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summary: rashid is your favorite employee. you are his least favorite vampire.
note: description of self-harm, blood-drinking, torture+mutilation of reader (dw you're a vampire), Rashid became important at work and hates it, R*glan is his own warning, reader is lwk a freak, a weirdo, if you will
The first time you met Rashid was at a nightclub. Your coven was on the other side of the bar, psychially goading you into talking to him.
"He's superrr cute! "
"I think he'd definitely be into you, hehehe! "
"I WANNA MAKE OUT WITH HIM AFTER YOU'RE DONE!!! "
You had to smother your smile once you found yourself seated in front of him. He pretended not to notice you, feigning interest towards one of the patrons next to you. You lay your head on your arm, watching him like a hawk, psychic words of encouragement still ringing in your head.
Finally, after an eternity of stalling, he made his way in front of you. His eyes from behind the lens of his glasses were stern, and a bit wary if you squinted.
"What'll you be having tonight? " He said, bottle in hand. You glanced at the label, then back at him.
"You, hopefully! " You grinned, fangs poking out from the corners of your mouth. Rashid seemed taken aback by your boldness, shifting his attention to the gaggle of vampires absolutely losing it at the corner of the bar before looking at you again.
"I beg your pardon? " He asked, and you again had to cover your mouth.
"I said I'd like whatever you give me! " You said, a little louder than before. He blinked, and you buried the urge to climb over the counter and plant a big wet one on him. His movements were automatic, as if he had dealt with a blitzed out group of vampires on a daily basis. He offered a card reader to you, and before you obliged, you smirked.
"Gimme a hint? " You could've probed into his thoughts, but you preferred voluntary omission of those types of details.
Rashid's eyes scanned your face before answering. "I think it's something you will enjoy. The taste is quite familiar. " He tapped the scanner on the bar's surface, and you pressed your phone's Apple Pay in response.
"The only taste I wanna have on my tongue tonight is him, " You interjected into the thoughts of your coven, sparking another cacophonous round of laughter to echo throughout the bar. The music reverberating in the space was loud enough to cover their cackles, but they still got side eyed by passerbys.
You gave Rashid's profile an appraising look. His jaw would fit perfectly into your hands and his widow's peak would know the shape of your lips with how consistently you would kiss it. A mortal sitting to your right awkwardly scooted her chair away as you subconsciously gripped the wooden edge of the bar so hard your nails left indentations.
Rashid was in his element as he concocted this beverage for you. His sleeves were rolled up so that you could see every vein, tendon, and hair on his forearms.
Lord have mercy, this man was trying to kill you.
By the time he was done, you could only imagine how anticipatory you looked. He slid the glass, and you caught it without looking away from him once. Rashid awkwardly cleared his throat before he leaned in.
"You're drooling. " You wiped away the line of blood from your mouth with your hand before holding it out to him.
"Wanna try? " He blinked.
"What? "
"I said, you gonna dry? This stuff is pretty hard to rub off, y'know? " You laughed at his perturbed expression before hovering the blood over your drink, letting the it drip into the liquor.
You took a sip, closing your eyes at the taste of your blood and Rashid's hard work. Your vision remained engulfed in darkness as the liquor slid down your throat and landed in your stomach. By the time you opened them, your coven had tackled you.
"You took too long! Look, he got away! "
"Aww, bye-bye Rashid! "
"You're a real loser, you know that? "
—
The second time you met Rashid, he was at work. He was undercover as some sort of live-in cook with a rival coven of yours. Well, less of a rival, more of an unfriendly acquaintance.
In reality, you shouldn't have been there. Your respective coven leaders came to a mutual agreement that no one would start problems. 'You don't bother me, I don't bother you', kind of arrangement.
But you really, really wanted to bother Rashid. And technically, since he wasn't a vampire, you wouldn't be breaching the truce. That was going to be your excuse in case you were caught. Worst case scenario, you would be on dismembering duty for a year. For Rashid, it was worth it.
You knew from the nightclub that he was an agent for the Talamasca. They were all so stiff! But you had yet to encounter one as handsome and strong-willed as Rashid. You contemplated furthering your probing into learning more about him, but you lacked the courage to follow through with your inquiries.
You were hiding your identity behind a comically large menu, courtesy of your not-coven's ridiculous need to display themselves as friendly to humans, for malicious purposes, of course.
"What a buncha shmucks…they actually harvest kills like this?! Puh-lease! " You scoffed inwardly, ensuring your thoughts were quiet enough to not stir your fellow vampires. From your spot at the table, you were able to see Rashid's form preparing a dish, surrounded by ingredients and fellow cooks.
Again, his ability to fixate on whatever he was doing made him fascinating to watch. You could tell that kitchen noises no longer registered to him, the only thing that required one hundred percent of his attention was the dish in front of him and nothing else.
"God, I wish he'd look at me like that, " You whispered to yourself.
"Excuse me, did you say something? " A passing waiter stopped to ask. You brought the menu closer to your face.
"Oh nothing! Nothing at all! " You laughed forcibly. "Carry on, carry on. " You said with the most fake British accent you have ever done in your life. The waiter seemed disturbed, but quickly recovered with an equally fake customer service smile. You peeked over the menu, watching him leave before returning to Rashid.
He was currently looking right at you with that same intensity he showed his food only moments ago.
You ducked down once more, crouching your body as far as it could go in the seat. You weren't dumb enough to think that he didn't see you, but perhaps there was a chance that he was preoccupied enough to ignore you for now.
Suddenly, a vampire you had never seen before plopped down at your table. You jumped, almost dropping your 'disguise' in the process, and they laughed.
You stiffened as they said your name. "Ah, I didn't think you were dumb enough to come here! Especially against your masters wishes, " They put a finger on the top of the menu, lowering it down so that it rested on the table. You managed a friendly smile.
"Hey there! Y'know, has anyone ever told you that your eyes are just the loveliest shade of brown? "
Their lip twitched. "Can it, freak. My boss is on his way, " At your now frantic expression, they openly smirked. "And you better pray that he’s in a good mood. If he is, the only thing he'll do is slit your throat. In my opinion, I would do a lot worse to someone who openly mocks a gesture of goodwill. "
"Listen man, " You grasped at their hand despite their blatant disgust at the feeling of your flesh touching. "I-I wasn't gonna do anything! I was just-I was looking at the place and I was like, oh wow, this is a really great place! The menu's are just great, great, great! Call me Tony the Tiger the way that-! " You startled at the feeling of a palm against your shoulder.
"Hey, " You looked up at your savior.
"Hey? " The rival vampire looked at the two of you.
"Ravi? You know this idiot? " You paused, locking eyes with Rashid. You hoped that your panic and desperation was reading more as a cry for help rather than unbridled lust. Thankfully, Rashid obliged by yanking you up by the scruff of your neck and pushing you towards the kitchen.
Confused, but grateful to still be 'alive', you didn't even glance back as you made a beeline for the gathering of cooks on the line. You gave a few grins to sous-chefs and waiters passing throughout the space, and you kept as low of a profile as possible.
A little while later, you curled up on the floor of Rashid's station, caressing the cloths and utensils that he touched. You were also in the middle of preparing a thank you speech before you picked up on footsteps quickly making their way to you. As you shot up, Rashid gave a small yelp, clearly not expecting you to be on the floor.
He rested a hand on his heart before he spoke. "I was able to explain that you were one of my..lower level associates. "
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think I'm exactly Talamasca material.. "
"No, I completely agree. It was the only thing that I could conjure up on such short notice. " You fidgeted with your fingers before blurting out.
"I'm really really sorry. I-I don't want you to get in trouble or lose your job over something stupid I did! " You hung your head in shame, unable to meet his gaze while you continued. "Rash-Ravi, I can fix this, I won't ever follow you to any missions again, I promise-! "
Suddenly, he slid a cutting board and knife to you. You gave it a quick incredulous look before Rashid responded.
"Get to work. Any more of this nonsense and I'll have you thrown out, you hear? " You glitched, hands twitching towards the utensil.
"I…don't know how to dice or chop. Or really anything to do with cooking. The last time I tried making something for myself I nearly set the place on fire-" Before you could continue your rambling, Rashid had grabbed ahold of your arm and led you out of the kitchen, to your horror.
"No, wait! "
"Hush up. " He handed you a wayward pen and notepad, the kind waiters used to write on. "If you can't cook, then the least you can do is take orders. " You began protesting, but he lightly shoved you out in the open.
You looked around the opulent room filled to the brim with mortals and vampires alike. Looking back, there was no sign of Rashid, and you took your new position as waiter in stride. You awkwardly meandered about the room, asking if there was any problems with the food or if they would like to send their compliment to the chef.
They did not take your jokes well.
Half an hour in, you bumped (quite literally) into the waiter that had drawn attention to you. As they made their way to the kitchen, you glared daggers at the back of their head, fangs bared and prepared to strike.
Unfortunately for you, Rashid was passing by at that exact moment and gave you a look that said 'don't even think about it'.
Suffice to say your arch nemesis was safe…for now, at least until your shift was over.
—
The third time you met Rashid, he was on your couch, bloody and bruised. You had yet to see him in such a vulnerable state, and you doubted that he would have allowed it in the first place if it wasn't for his occupation.
Raglan James was droning on about the possible NDA you would have to sign after helping Rashid.
"His wounds are, " He sucked in a breath. "Beyond our realm of expertise. "
"And you thought bringing him to a vampire, a being of literal death, would be the best way to help him? " Raglan simply smirked and shrugged his shoulders.
"Who else knows about the delicate balancing act between life and death? " You scoffed before quickly attending to Rashid's motionless body. You were not expecting company, as evident by the state of your messy and now bloody couch, but it was nothing a quick trip to the furniture store could fix. This was of the utmost importance.
You slit your wrist, cradling the collecting blood to Rashid's bruised lips. As gingerly as you could, you angled his head to better allow the liquid down his throat. He tried to cough it up, but you covered his mouth to signal that this was something good, something that could help him feel better.
It took some convincing, both physical and psychological, but you managed to get him to ingest your blood. There was now color in his cheeks where there was none, and his heartbeat got stronger with every second he spent tasting your blood. You would've blushed, if not for Raglan's voyeuristic gaze and comments about this intimate exchange.
"How fascinating…" You stood up, but made no move to step farther away from Rashid. "Would you be at all interested in discussing the intricacies and benefits of vampire-? "
"Not a chance, David Attenborough. You can keep your secret society as far away from me as possible. " You cupped Rashid's soft cheek before quietly whispering.
"This was just for him. Only him. " You glared up at Raglan, relishing in how uncomfortable your protectiveness made him.
Rashid groaned and you immediately moved to coax him awake. The way the sleep still lingered in his eyes made you smile. It was especially rewarding watching him go through the phases of lethargy, shock, recognition, and more shock. You grinned down at him, hoping that you didn't appear too monstrous or unflattering.
"Hey, Rashid. I know this is only our third time meeting and all, but I just can't say no to you. " You tried to boop his nose, but he dodged your finger before it landed.
Distracted as you were by Rashid's sleepy state, you didn't notice Raglan lingering near your door. Or the way that Rashid seemed less surprised as to his whereabouts and moreso with the fact that you were being so affectionate.
You didn't realize until your back was on the floor that you had been set up.
Despite ripping the arms off of one of the Talamasca agents sent to capture you and decapitating another, you were still incapacitated with enough tranquilizer to kill a fully grown gorilla. Your head was fuzzy with confusion, hurt, and to a lesser extent, rage.
In your last moments of consciousness, you reached out to Rashid’s mind. He was being treated by a group of (in your opinion, idiotic) paramedics. As a blood withdrawal was happening, you could tell he recieved your message based on the way his posture straightened. He watched as you were carted away and locked in an iron coffin as your words reverberated in his skull.
"Don't ever let them hurt you like that, Rashid. Not for anything in the world. I'd still help you no matter what, but I don't think I could take seeing you like that. "
—
The fourth time you met Rashid, you were cuffed, gagged, and bound in pretty much any way possible. Headphones were stapled to your ears with loud music playing at all hours of the day and night to prevent you from using the Mind Gift. Your sight was also robbed from you in the form of a blindfold, and you were grateful that they didn't remove your eyes entirely like they did your tongue. It had been cut out to prevent you from screaming/talking/attempting 'suicide'. You really missed your tongue.
You startled like a frightened animal at the feeling of a hand resting on your shoulder. The gentle sensation was foreign to you, as the only thing you recieved, other than mutilation, was lectures from Raglan about a pet project of his.
Something about creating a small team of supernatural beings to assist mortal agents with the more dangerous missions the Talamasca had their hands in. In all honesty, you zoned out as best you could whenever he opened his mouth. You retaliated by managing a few psychic jabs at his ego.
"Straw man with straw words. "
"You belong in a dusty cubicle, rotting. "
"Your mother. Wishes she swallowed. "
They always countered with a significant increase in volume to your headphones and tightening of your restraints. You hadn't managed to keep a tally of how long you had been locked up, but all thoughts of escaping had left you after Raglan told you what he had done to your coven.
"All of them, gone. Yes, even that younger one you claimed was innocent. Sooner or later, he would've killed. If you ask me, we did the world a favor by ridding them of this Earth. " As he exited your cell, you began to wail, shattered by the knowledge your loved ones were gone.
But all of that faded, because now, bathed in a heavenly glow from head to toe, was Rashid. Treacherous, beautiful Rashid. You didn't know whether you wanted to kill him or beg him to kill you.
He held your blindfold in one hand, and in the other, a small box. Your gaze flicked from his face to the box. You curled in as small as your restraints allowed as he crouched on one knee to be face-to-face with you.
"Hi. "
"…"
"I have something I think belongs to you. " He uncapped the box, revealing your missing tongue, along with a needle and spool of thread. Your hope must've shown on your face, because he retracted it almost immediately.
"I'm going to sew this back on for you. But you have to promise to not lash out. " You shook your head before reluctantly nodding. You would've done anything to get that muscle attached again. Slowly, as if he was handling an unbroken horse ready to buck, he undid the gag around your mouth, as the sounds playing in your headphones paused. You resisted the urge to nip at his hands and instead opened your mouth wide enough for him to begin sewing your tongue back into place.
"I wanted to do this because I felt…indebted to you? " He appeared to be searching for the exact reason why he was there, despite being right in front of you. The discomfort of the needle piercing your flesh over and over was excrutiating. You had been deprived of blood for so long that the little beads of it blooming from your mouth were more than welcome.
"I was told the risk. That there was a chance that you would refuse to help me, leave me to bleed out. " You winced at a particularly rough stitch. He muttered an apology before continuing.
"But when I woke up, seeing you so..human? It was a shock, to be sure. And your words, as you were being carted away, " He shook his head. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. "
"I've been thinking about you too, Rashid. "
He paused his sewing, frozen at the feeling your voice pressing into his brain despite your mouth being held open.
"I just wanted to get to know you. Maybe even be friends. I thought that if I tried hard enough to impress you, help you, then I'd have a chance to…" You trailed off, but he pressed further.
"What? Sleep with me? "
"…perhaps somewhere down the line. "
At his scoff, you huffed out through your nostrils.
"I thought we'd be a couple by then. I don't look at you and think sex, Rashid. I look at you and think 'how sad that such an intelligent and resourceful young man's time is being wasted at this second-rate Illuminati'. " You would've laughed at the look on his face, but you settled on a small raising of your lips.
"Think about what you're doing. What will you do when vampires more willing to unleash violence do just that upon the innocent lives you pretend to care so much about. " A snip was heard throughout the small cell where you were currently housed.
He said nothing as he placed the restraints back onto your body. You wished you could've heard what he was thinking, if not for the headache forming as earsplitting noise leaked through once more.
The only thing Rashid wished was for you to stop being so stubborn and accept your new reality. At the very least, it meant you wouldn't have to be forcibly restrained and the real experiment could begin.
He rubbed his eyes and sighed before leaning his back against the wall.
"I do not get paid enough to deal with all this. "
author’s note: i hope i have pleased the real rashid lover nation🫡 ngl i had a lot of fun writing this, i wish we got more talamasca than we got (bc that means more rashid, ofc hehehe) thank you so much for reading!!!
summary: rashid is your favorite employee. you are his least favorite vampire.
note: description of self-harm, blood-drinking, torture+mutilation of reader (dw you're a vampire), Rashid became important at work and hates it, R*glan is his own warning, reader is lwk a freak, a weirdo, if you will
The first time you met Rashid was at a nightclub. Your coven was on the other side of the bar, psychially goading you into talking to him.
"He's superrr cute! "
"I think he'd definitely be into you, hehehe! "
"I WANNA MAKE OUT WITH HIM AFTER YOU'RE DONE!!! "
You had to smother your smile once you found yourself seated in front of him. He pretended not to notice you, feigning interest towards one of the patrons next to you. You lay your head on your arm, watching him like a hawk, psychic words of encouragement still ringing in your head.
Finally, after an eternity of stalling, he made his way in front of you. His eyes from behind the lens of his glasses were stern, and a bit wary if you squinted.
"What'll you be having tonight? " He said, bottle in hand. You glanced at the label, then back at him.
"You, hopefully! " You grinned, fangs poking out from the corners of your mouth. Rashid seemed taken aback by your boldness, shifting his attention to the gaggle of vampires absolutely losing it at the corner of the bar before looking at you again.
"I beg your pardon? " He asked, and you again had to cover your mouth.
"I said I'd like whatever you give me! " You said, a little louder than before. He blinked, and you buried the urge to climb over the counter and plant a big wet one on him. His movements were automatic, as if he had dealt with a blitzed out group of vampires on a daily basis. He offered a card reader to you, and before you obliged, you smirked.
"Gimme a hint? " You could've probed into his thoughts, but you preferred voluntary omission of those types of details.
Rashid's eyes scanned your face before answering. "I think it's something you will enjoy. The taste is quite familiar. " He tapped the scanner on the bar's surface, and you pressed your phone's Apple Pay in response.
"The only taste I wanna have on my tongue tonight is him, " You interjected into the thoughts of your coven, sparking another cacophonous round of laughter to echo throughout the bar. The music reverberating in the space was loud enough to cover their cackles, but they still got side eyed by passerbys.
You gave Rashid's profile an appraising look. His jaw would fit perfectly into your hands and his widow's peak would know the shape of your lips with how consistently you would kiss it. A mortal sitting to your right awkwardly scooted her chair away as you subconsciously gripped the wooden edge of the bar so hard your nails left indentations.
Rashid was in his element as he concocted this beverage for you. His sleeves were rolled up so that you could see every vein, tendon, and hair on his forearms.
Lord have mercy, this man was trying to kill you.
By the time he was done, you could only imagine how anticipatory you looked. He slid the glass, and you caught it without looking away from him once. Rashid awkwardly cleared his throat before he leaned in.
"You're drooling. " You wiped away the line of blood from your mouth with your hand before holding it out to him.
"Wanna try? " He blinked.
"What? "
"I said, you gonna dry? This stuff is pretty hard to rub off, y'know? " You laughed at his perturbed expression before hovering the blood over your drink, letting the it drip into the liquor.
You took a sip, closing your eyes at the taste of your blood and Rashid's hard work. Your vision remained engulfed in darkness as the liquor slid down your throat and landed in your stomach. By the time you opened them, your coven had tackled you.
"You took too long! Look, he got away! "
"Aww, bye-bye Rashid! "
"You're a real loser, you know that? "
—
The second time you met Rashid, he was at work. He was undercover as some sort of live-in cook with a rival coven of yours. Well, less of a rival, more of an unfriendly acquaintance.
In reality, you shouldn't have been there. Your respective coven leaders came to a mutual agreement that no one would start problems. 'You don't bother me, I don't bother you', kind of arrangement.
But you really, really wanted to bother Rashid. And technically, since he wasn't a vampire, you wouldn't be breaching the truce. That was going to be your excuse in case you were caught. Worst case scenario, you would be on dismembering duty for a year. For Rashid, it was worth it.
You knew from the nightclub that he was an agent for the Talamasca. They were all so stiff! But you had yet to encounter one as handsome and strong-willed as Rashid. You contemplated furthering your probing into learning more about him, but you lacked the courage to follow through with your inquiries.
You were hiding your identity behind a comically large menu, courtesy of your not-coven's ridiculous need to display themselves as friendly to humans, for malicious purposes, of course.
"What a buncha shmucks…they actually harvest kills like this?! Puh-lease! " You scoffed inwardly, ensuring your thoughts were quiet enough to not stir your fellow vampires. From your spot at the table, you were able to see Rashid's form preparing a dish, surrounded by ingredients and fellow cooks.
Again, his ability to fixate on whatever he was doing made him fascinating to watch. You could tell that kitchen noises no longer registered to him, the only thing that required one hundred percent of his attention was the dish in front of him and nothing else.
"God, I wish he'd look at me like that, " You whispered to yourself.
"Excuse me, did you say something? " A passing waiter stopped to ask. You brought the menu closer to your face.
"Oh nothing! Nothing at all! " You laughed forcibly. "Carry on, carry on. " You said with the most fake British accent you have ever done in your life. The waiter seemed disturbed, but quickly recovered with an equally fake customer service smile. You peeked over the menu, watching him leave before returning to Rashid.
He was currently looking right at you with that same intensity he showed his food only moments ago.
You ducked down once more, crouching your body as far as it could go in the seat. You weren't dumb enough to think that he didn't see you, but perhaps there was a chance that he was preoccupied enough to ignore you for now.
Suddenly, a vampire you had never seen before plopped down at your table. You jumped, almost dropping your 'disguise' in the process, and they laughed.
You stiffened as they said your name. "Ah, I didn't think you were dumb enough to come here! Especially against your masters wishes, " They put a finger on the top of the menu, lowering it down so that it rested on the table. You managed a friendly smile.
"Hey there! Y'know, has anyone ever told you that your eyes are just the loveliest shade of brown? "
Their lip twitched. "Can it, freak. My boss is on his way, " At your now frantic expression, they openly smirked. "And you better pray that he’s in a good mood. If he is, the only thing he'll do is slit your throat. In my opinion, I would do a lot worse to someone who openly mocks a gesture of goodwill. "
"Listen man, " You grasped at their hand despite their blatant disgust at the feeling of your flesh touching. "I-I wasn't gonna do anything! I was just-I was looking at the place and I was like, oh wow, this is a really great place! The menu's are just great, great, great! Call me Tony the Tiger the way that-! " You startled at the feeling of a palm against your shoulder.
"Hey, " You looked up at your savior.
"Hey? " The rival vampire looked at the two of you.
"Ravi? You know this idiot? " You paused, locking eyes with Rashid. You hoped that your panic and desperation was reading more as a cry for help rather than unbridled lust. Thankfully, Rashid obliged by yanking you up by the scruff of your neck and pushing you towards the kitchen.
Confused, but grateful to still be 'alive', you didn't even glance back as you made a beeline for the gathering of cooks on the line. You gave a few grins to sous-chefs and waiters passing throughout the space, and you kept as low of a profile as possible.
A little while later, you curled up on the floor of Rashid's station, caressing the cloths and utensils that he touched. You were also in the middle of preparing a thank you speech before you picked up on footsteps quickly making their way to you. As you shot up, Rashid gave a small yelp, clearly not expecting you to be on the floor.
He rested a hand on his heart before he spoke. "I was able to explain that you were one of my..lower level associates. "
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think I'm exactly Talamasca material.. "
"No, I completely agree. It was the only thing that I could conjure up on such short notice. " You fidgeted with your fingers before blurting out.
"I'm really really sorry. I-I don't want you to get in trouble or lose your job over something stupid I did! " You hung your head in shame, unable to meet his gaze while you continued. "Rash-Ravi, I can fix this, I won't ever follow you to any missions again, I promise-! "
Suddenly, he slid a cutting board and knife to you. You gave it a quick incredulous look before Rashid responded.
"Get to work. Any more of this nonsense and I'll have you thrown out, you hear? " You glitched, hands twitching towards the utensil.
"I…don't know how to dice or chop. Or really anything to do with cooking. The last time I tried making something for myself I nearly set the place on fire-" Before you could continue your rambling, Rashid had grabbed ahold of your arm and led you out of the kitchen, to your horror.
"No, wait! "
"Hush up. " He handed you a wayward pen and notepad, the kind waiters used to write on. "If you can't cook, then the least you can do is take orders. " You began protesting, but he lightly shoved you out in the open.
You looked around the opulent room filled to the brim with mortals and vampires alike. Looking back, there was no sign of Rashid, and you took your new position as waiter in stride. You awkwardly meandered about the room, asking if there was any problems with the food or if they would like to send their compliment to the chef.
They did not take your jokes well.
Half an hour in, you bumped (quite literally) into the waiter that had drawn attention to you. As they made their way to the kitchen, you glared daggers at the back of their head, fangs bared and prepared to strike.
Unfortunately for you, Rashid was passing by at that exact moment and gave you a look that said 'don't even think about it'.
Suffice to say your arch nemesis was safe…for now, at least until your shift was over.
—
The third time you met Rashid, he was on your couch, bloody and bruised. You had yet to see him in such a vulnerable state, and you doubted that he would have allowed it in the first place if it wasn't for his occupation.
Raglan James was droning on about the possible NDA you would have to sign after helping Rashid.
"His wounds are, " He sucked in a breath. "Beyond our realm of expertise. "
"And you thought bringing him to a vampire, a being of literal death, would be the best way to help him? " Raglan simply smirked and shrugged his shoulders.
"Who else knows about the delicate balancing act between life and death? " You scoffed before quickly attending to Rashid's motionless body. You were not expecting company, as evident by the state of your messy and now bloody couch, but it was nothing a quick trip to the furniture store could fix. This was of the utmost importance.
You slit your wrist, cradling the collecting blood to Rashid's bruised lips. As gingerly as you could, you angled his head to better allow the liquid down his throat. He tried to cough it up, but you covered his mouth to signal that this was something good, something that could help him feel better.
It took some convincing, both physical and psychological, but you managed to get him to ingest your blood. There was now color in his cheeks where there was none, and his heartbeat got stronger with every second he spent tasting your blood. You would've blushed, if not for Raglan's voyeuristic gaze and comments about this intimate exchange.
"How fascinating…" You stood up, but made no move to step farther away from Rashid. "Would you be at all interested in discussing the intricacies and benefits of vampire-? "
"Not a chance, David Attenborough. You can keep your secret society as far away from me as possible. " You cupped Rashid's soft cheek before quietly whispering.
"This was just for him. Only him. " You glared up at Raglan, relishing in how uncomfortable your protectiveness made him.
Rashid groaned and you immediately moved to coax him awake. The way the sleep still lingered in his eyes made you smile. It was especially rewarding watching him go through the phases of lethargy, shock, recognition, and more shock. You grinned down at him, hoping that you didn't appear too monstrous or unflattering.
"Hey, Rashid. I know this is only our third time meeting and all, but I just can't say no to you. " You tried to boop his nose, but he dodged your finger before it landed.
Distracted as you were by Rashid's sleepy state, you didn't notice Raglan lingering near your door. Or the way that Rashid seemed less surprised as to his whereabouts and moreso with the fact that you were being so affectionate.
You didn't realize until your back was on the floor that you had been set up.
Despite ripping the arms off of one of the Talamasca agents sent to capture you and decapitating another, you were still incapacitated with enough tranquilizer to kill a fully grown gorilla. Your head was fuzzy with confusion, hurt, and to a lesser extent, rage.
In your last moments of consciousness, you reached out to Rashid’s mind. He was being treated by a group of (in your opinion, idiotic) paramedics. As a blood withdrawal was happening, you could tell he recieved your message based on the way his posture straightened. He watched as you were carted away and locked in an iron coffin as your words reverberated in his skull.
"Don't ever let them hurt you like that, Rashid. Not for anything in the world. I'd still help you no matter what, but I don't think I could take seeing you like that. "
—
The fourth time you met Rashid, you were cuffed, gagged, and bound in pretty much any way possible. Headphones were stapled to your ears with loud music playing at all hours of the day and night to prevent you from using the Mind Gift. Your sight was also robbed from you in the form of a blindfold, and you were grateful that they didn't remove your eyes entirely like they did your tongue. It had been cut out to prevent you from screaming/talking/attempting 'suicide'. You really missed your tongue.
You startled like a frightened animal at the feeling of a hand resting on your shoulder. The gentle sensation was foreign to you, as the only thing you recieved, other than mutilation, was lectures from Raglan about a pet project of his.
Something about creating a small team of supernatural beings to assist mortal agents with the more dangerous missions the Talamasca had their hands in. In all honesty, you zoned out as best you could whenever he opened his mouth. You retaliated by managing a few psychic jabs at his ego.
"Straw man with straw words. "
"You belong in a dusty cubicle, rotting. "
"Your mother. Wishes she swallowed. "
They always countered with a significant increase in volume to your headphones and tightening of your restraints. You hadn't managed to keep a tally of how long you had been locked up, but all thoughts of escaping had left you after Raglan told you what he had done to your coven.
"All of them, gone. Yes, even that younger one you claimed was innocent. Sooner or later, he would've killed. If you ask me, we did the world a favor by ridding them of this Earth. " As he exited your cell, you began to wail, shattered by the knowledge your loved ones were gone.
But all of that faded, because now, bathed in a heavenly glow from head to toe, was Rashid. Treacherous, beautiful Rashid. You didn't know whether you wanted to kill him or beg him to kill you.
He held your blindfold in one hand, and in the other, a small box. Your gaze flicked from his face to the box. You curled in as small as your restraints allowed as he crouched on one knee to be face-to-face with you.
"Hi. "
"…"
"I have something I think belongs to you. " He uncapped the box, revealing your missing tongue, along with a needle and spool of thread. Your hope must've shown on your face, because he retracted it almost immediately.
"I'm going to sew this back on for you. But you have to promise to not lash out. " You shook your head before reluctantly nodding. You would've done anything to get that muscle attached again. Slowly, as if he was handling an unbroken horse ready to buck, he undid the gag around your mouth, as the sounds playing in your headphones paused. You resisted the urge to nip at his hands and instead opened your mouth wide enough for him to begin sewing your tongue back into place.
"I wanted to do this because I felt…indebted to you? " He appeared to be searching for the exact reason why he was there, despite being right in front of you. The discomfort of the needle piercing your flesh over and over was excrutiating. You had been deprived of blood for so long that the little beads of it blooming from your mouth were more than welcome.
"I was told the risk. That there was a chance that you would refuse to help me, leave me to bleed out. " You winced at a particularly rough stitch. He muttered an apology before continuing.
"But when I woke up, seeing you so..human? It was a shock, to be sure. And your words, as you were being carted away, " He shook his head. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. "
"I've been thinking about you too, Rashid. "
He paused his sewing, frozen at the feeling your voice pressing into his brain despite your mouth being held open.
"I just wanted to get to know you. Maybe even be friends. I thought that if I tried hard enough to impress you, help you, then I'd have a chance to…" You trailed off, but he pressed further.
"What? Sleep with me? "
"…perhaps somewhere down the line. "
At his scoff, you huffed out through your nostrils.
"I thought we'd be a couple by then. I don't look at you and think sex, Rashid. I look at you and think 'how sad that such an intelligent and resourceful young man's time is being wasted at this second-rate Illuminati'. " You would've laughed at the look on his face, but you settled on a small raising of your lips.
"Think about what you're doing. What will you do when vampires more willing to unleash violence do just that upon the innocent lives you pretend to care so much about. " A snip was heard throughout the small cell where you were currently housed.
He said nothing as he placed the restraints back onto your body. You wished you could've heard what he was thinking, if not for the headache forming as earsplitting noise leaked through once more.
The only thing Rashid wished was for you to stop being so stubborn and accept your new reality. At the very least, it meant you wouldn't have to be forcibly restrained and the real experiment could begin.
He rubbed his eyes and sighed before leaning his back against the wall.
"I do not get paid enough to deal with all this. "
author’s note: i hope i have pleased the real rashid lover nation🫡 ngl i had a lot of fun writing this, i wish we got more talamasca than we got (bc that means more rashid, ofc hehehe) thank you so much for reading!!!
re your most recent post - is that a real Rashid fic or is he being mentioned in one for another character?? it’s tough out here for the real Rashid girls lmao don’t give us hope 🥲
btw I love your writing, especially your understanding of Armand & his characterisation 🧡🧡
hello!! the wip you’re talking about is in fact going to be a real rashid x reader fic!! I can’t believe there’s no fics about him, but hopefully I can remedy that drought!! :D also thank you for your kind words, im so happy yall enjoy my fics about my almond, armand☺️
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okayy so i recently watched s.1 ep.7 of hotd so can we get like coven leader armand with a short tempered alicent-like reader?
A serious trigger warning for domestic violence and allusions to SA. Please take care of yourself and do not read this if you are at all triggered or uncomfortable with reading about that.
note: manipulation (not just armand), blood drinking (consensual and not), violence but no gore, NUCLEAR family, Santiago is a scapegoat for violence for me idgaf, reader is as morally gray and repressed as Alicent is in the show, hints to nsfw
Being under your maker, Vincent's, care was a privilege. It was something you were reminded of every night of your existence.
He was the one who graciously allowed you and your children to reside in his family's home under careful supervision. They were your responsibility, your burden, and your reason for living all at once.
They had come from your human flesh and were given a chance at survival with your tainted blood. The sweet agony of hearing their screams during birth and their subsequent transformation was almost unbearable. It meant they were alive, and that was one of the worst things they could be under Vincent's roof.
You fantasized about what your life would be like without the burden of your children. If perhaps you had never allowed yourself to be entranced by Vincent in both life and death, you would already be in the ground. Rotting seemed preferable to the life you led with your family.
The oldest of your children, Alexander, was disappointing. He failed at virtually everything a vampire of his age and caliber should have already succeeded at. His own coven, fledglings, responsibilty you had the unfortunate privilege of having at half his age. None of the hopes you had for him never fully realized, and you made sure to mention it whenever you got the chance. You were not deaf to the gossip and insults that were hurled his way by other members of the coven; you simply stopped caring to refute them ages ago.
Helen and Dante, your third and fourth-born respectively, were your saving graces. They had enough sense to hide away far out of sight from the rest of the coven's prying eyes before they could embarrass you further. You made sure they had a semblence of status as your children, but your efforts only distanced themselves further away. They were sweet and pliant in a way that gutwrenchingly reminded you of yourself, long ago. Before the blood and the killing and Vincent.
And then there was Amon. He was the only one out of your children that truly saw you. The only one who steadfastedly assured you that you had made the right choice in staying with Vincent, among other things. You tried your best to ignore that glint in his eyes when he looked at you. It was like he saw you as more of a person of interest, a fine specimen rather than his mother and superior. What terrified you the most, however, was his willingness to defend your honor over the smallest of slights. While it was…rewarding to see the aftermath of his attacks, you scolded him endlessly that he was not yet free to do whatever he wished and that he was no coven leader.
That seemed to work, if only for a short while. But nothing stuck forever, and then there would be another crisis for you to tend to.
Despite his best efforts, Amon remained as equally troublesome as Alexander. It sickened you to think what would become of your oafish older sons and unsullied younger children.
Vincent was another story entirely. It was one of your deepest sources of shame, how you came to be his.
—
You could hardly look away from him. A vampire with dark olive skin and piercing orange eyes was before you, a beauty unlike anything you had ever beheld. His lips were engaged in conversation with Vincent, an exchange between coven leaders. It was a sight you were accustomed to, but never was a leader as poised and attractive as this one.
"Ow! " You whipped your head around at the sudden exclamation from behind you. Dante was rubbing his arm, with Alexander looking a little too innocent for your liking. The look you shot the two of them made their backs stand a little straigher.
"Are they going to be a problem, Signore Vincent? " The Parisian coven leader, Armand, asked your maker.
Vincent coughed, springing you into action by offering a steady hand on his back and a handkerchief. He waved you off, but leaned on your palm as he responded.
"No, Maître. You must forgive my children, they are quite adept at, " He paused to ponder a gentle description of your sons. "Unruly displays of affection. But I swear to you that we will cause no disruptions to your troupe. "
"Very well. " Armand flicked his attention between you and Vincent before stepping aside and allowing you all further into the theater. You guided your maker to a seat as he began his coughing fit.
Alexander, ever the 'charmer', immediately honed in and began chatting up a dark haired vampiress. Amon sulked in a corner, joined by his sister shortly after. Dante was quickly singled out by members of the band and was in enthusiastic conversation with the musicians.
"You're doing it again. " You looked down at Vincent. At your confused look, he said, "Pinpointing every one of them, keeping tally marks of their transgressions and concocting a speech for later. "
"I don't concoct. " You said, incredulous.
Vincent seemed to disagree. He took your hand, and it took everything in your being not to wrench it out of his clammy grasp. "Stop your worries. Everyone is safe, and you need not be so guarded. "
Training your face into a strained grin, you wordlessly nodded. You gently unslipped your hand from him and whispered.
"I'm going to coffin. Tell the children I said good night, please. " His smile and soft eyes haunted you on your trek from the foyer of the theater to the inner bowels of the building. You found your shared coffin with relative ease, considering its position in the middle of the room. Your children's coffins encircled the space to make it seem like a mausoleum.
You contemplated locking yourself in the coffin with a padlock, never to emerge for anyone or anything ever again.
"That would not be wise, " A voice spoke from the ether, jolting you from your thoughts of passive despair.
"Maître? I apologize, I did not mean for my thoughts to be so…intrusive. " You offered, clasping your hands together, knuckles turning white. The coven leader, your new leader, approached your form with a confidence you had not seen Vincent carry himself with in ages. You maintained eye contact, his golden irises never once wavering to blink or drag his gaze up and down your body. It was like he was psychically trying to pry open your soul, hold it in his hands for the both of you to see.
What terrified you the most was the fact that you wouldn't have denied him that privilege.
He leaned close to your face, still fixated on you. "Are you unhappy with your lodgings? Is the space my coven has graciously prepared for you and your family inadequate? "
You shook your head. He beckoned you to speak. "No, not at all, Maître. I simply…" Your gaze left his as your mind drifted to your maker. "I do not easily acclimate to new surroundings. I..wanted to find comfort on my own, rather than disturb Vincent with my tossing and turning. "
"Your Vincent does not tolerate you getting comfortable? "
"…Quite the opposite. Vincent revels in making me as uncomfortable as possible. " You hanged your head in shame. You didn't catch the split look of understanding that showed on Armand's face before he spoke.
"I see. " He turned his head towards the coffin, still unopened and the newest one from the local funeral parlor. He lifted the lid with one hand, and you tilted your head to look at the interior.
"I was told that this particular lining is quite lush. " He took your hand, ignoring the slight flinch the moment his flesh grazed yours, and placed it on the inside walls. The fabric lining the interior was unlike anything you had felt before.
"Is this velvet? " You looked at him in disbelief, gasping at his soft smile and nod. You backed away from the coffin as if you were burnt. "I-We cannot thank you enough, Maître. Truly, this is a gift we do not deserve-"
"Nonsense. " Armand gently interrupted your protests. "You are vampires, same as the rest of us. We all know the importance of rest, and the place where we choose to lay our head greatly influences our ability to hunt. " He took your hand once more, finding your wide-eyed gaze as he placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. "Another influence happens to be the person we lay with, as well. " You gulped, mostly in shock and partly to smother the simmering lust you felt bubble underneath the flesh Armand's fingers found.
Just as you were about to act, whether to act upon your desire or push him away, you would never know. A scream and the sound of objects being thrown snapped you and Armand out of your shared reverie. You snatched your hand back, immediately speeding away towards the building commotion.
The main foyer was in disarray, chairs and wayward bottles were in pieces on the floor. A crowd of vampires were shouting profanities and pleas to stop fighting, and you couldn't tell where your maker and children were. You managed to zero in on a flash of your youngest child's, Dante's, hair color. Your hair color. Your child was the one in danger.
You launched yourself straight into the crowd with your supernatural speed, inadvertedly knocking several members of Armand's coven to the ground with the force of your appearance. Dante was being held to the floor, screaming and bleeding from the head, an older vampire whose face you could not see cackling at his despair. Helen lay crumpled on the floor next to him, although you were unable to see any wounds. You acted without thinking and slit the throat of the vampire holding Dante down, picked his shocked form up and threw him to the side.
You kneeled to Dante's writhing body, your questions almost inaudible by his cries of pain. You shushed him quietly, bringing his and Helen's head to your lap. A quick nick at your wrist made the blood come flowing out and into your son's mouth. As he began to suckle, you locked eyes with the closest vampire, one with curly parted hair and a frightened look.
"Where is my maker? Where is Vincent? " He shook his head. "My Alex? And Amon? " They all stared, slackjawed and wide eyed.
"FIND THEM. NOW! " Your voice boomed throughout the room, spurring the crowd into action. Dante unlatched himself from your wrist with a groan, and you gingerly smoothed back the hairs on his head. You moved your bleeding wrist to Helen's mouth, urging her unconscious mind to drink.
"Shh, love. Where is your father and brothers? What happened, Dante? " He swallowed before speaking with blood stained teeth.
"Vincent wasn't feeling himself, he-he asked Alexander to escort him outside. I think he was with Eglee, so he ignored father. Amon said he'd do it. I don't know where they went, but next thing I knew Santiago was throwing his arm over me, and-and he was squeezing so hard! Helen tried to stop him but he didn't. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry. " Dante continued rambling, breaking down into sobs that you shushed away.
You helped Dante sit up so you could hug him properly. Helen made a small sound in her sleep, and you sighed in relief. You wanted to sob, too. You settled for squeezing your children harder.
—
Both coven leaders were talking in Armand's office. Amon returned alongside his ailing father immediately at your psychic command. They were supposedly on a father-son walk, one filled with revelations and a structured bond as your two youngest children were actively in harms way.
You replayed the moment you shared with Armand at your coffin. How foolish were you to think that something as trivial as a coffin was enough to signify a true alliance. Your anger showed in the rhythmic pattern your nails made against the wood of your seat. There was a pain steadily growing throughout your jaw with how tightly you held it shut for fear of unleashing a frenzy held deep within your soul.
The sound of footsteps approaching you caused you to stand, arms crossed and your teeth clacking in rage and impatience. Vincent slowly entered the room, helped by Alexander. You crossed the distance in a flash to deliver a blow to the head to your son. His head cracked against the wall, and his face morphed into one of betrayal and hate.
"That, " You pointed at him, swatting at Vincent's attempts to corral you away from Alex. "Was only a fraction! Of the pain your brother and sister endured in your absence. " You raised your hand once more, but lowered it almost immediately. You scoffed and shook your head. "You are no child of mine. If only it were possible to return to my mortal years, I would've ensured I would never be able to bear a son as useless as you! " You screamed at his putrid face, all twisted into a scowl, as if he had any right to act indignant. Vincent tried once more to calm you, but you ripped yourself away from his grasp.
"Out. " You dismissed your oldest disappointment out, and he left with nothing but a slam of the door. Your maker, despite his weakened form, was sturdy enough to pin you to the wall you had knocked Alexander into just moments ago. You squirmed in vain as Vincent began to bombard you with his own form of torture.
You could do nothing as his fangs sunk into your neck and began to drink. The feeling of his mouth suctioning your blood into him, nourishing him as it weakened you, was one you were all too familiar with. There was a cobweb in the corner of the room, and you wondered if the spider that created it was satisfied with its work or if it too was miserable in the web of its making.
After what seemed like hours of feeding, Vincent finally unlatched himself from your neck and allowed you to collapse to the floor, hard. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and you noticed he stood a little straighter, maintained his balance a little easier now that he had his fill of you.
"Armand has allowed us to stay, grazie Dio. Groveling is something I despise doing, you know that. " He nudged your head with his shoe. "Isn't it? I was asking you a question, dear. "
"Yes. I know. " Your words tumbled out like a small child still learning syntax.
"And yet, I had to do sooo much of it. No thanks to your, " He hissed out the final word as if it pained him to say it. "Theatrics. " His hand found your scalp, tugging you up onto your tip toes. You grasped at his hold, fighting to be let free, to fall to the ground so you wouldn't have to look at him.
"I believe a thank you is in order, dearest. Would it not be for me, you would have been outcasted. Discarded without a second thought. " He pouted his lips and you wanted to rip them off. "But your children need you. Your husband needs you. We can't live without you, carissimo. " His lips grazed your cheek as a blood-tear trickled down your face.
"Well? "
"T-Thank you, Vincent. I wouldn't-could never live without you or the children either. " You managed to choke out as his tongue lathed up the trail of your tear. He hummed against your skin.
"Of course, my love. I expect Armand to feel that same regret from you, alright? " He smiled at your confused expression before pressing a kiss to your lips.
"He requested to see you tonight. So I expect to hear nothing more of this nonsense after you are done with him, yes? "
"Yes, Vincent. "
"Hm, what a good pet. "
—
You made your way to Armand's office on unsteady feet. Everyone else had gone to coffin, although you suspected that they had simply confined themselves to rooms in the Theater to avoid interacting with you and your family anymore. You couldn't find the energy to blame them, or do much of anything but trudge slowly to Armand.
The only thing that kept you moving was the thought that you didn't have to spend the night with Vincent's fangs buried in your neck. Not even to feed. Just to hold in his jaw a reminder that he could take away your Dark Gift as easily as he had given it.
Armand opened the door himself before you had a chance to knock. You did little more than sway for a minute before him before he caught you. Any strength you had left in your body was fading quickly, and Armand understood that you needed to feed.
He cradled your head so tenderly you almost sobbed. You wrapped your arms around his midriff, and he allowed it. You smelled his blood, but you ignored the urge to latch onto him and drink in favor of being held for just a moment longer.
"I will not let you go. Please feed, you need to regain your strength. " He whispered close to your ear. You allowed his wrist to rest on your lips and you suckled. Armand let out a sigh, and he began to stroke your head. Mentally, you asked the question:
"Why are you being so kind? I attacked one of your own, I should be punished! "
"Based on your state, I say you have suffered enough. Santiago was out of line, and he was swiftly dealt with, thanks to you. " You paused at your feeding to gaze up at his face. "You were brilliant. Santiago needed to be silenced, and he was. I understand that you were just trying to protect your children. Your protectiveness is…admirable. "
Your face was in Armand's hands. Once again, you allowed yourself to be picked apart and looked upon with total vulnerability by this entity in front of you. Armand smiled as he wiped away a drop of blood from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. He offered the smudged liquid to you, and you allowed the tip of his finger to press against your tongue. You closed your mouth, lathing his appendage in your saliva, never breaking eye contact with Armand once. He slowly pulled away his thumb from your mouth, and you pressed a kiss to the tip of it before he removed it entirely.
He smiled at your rejuvinated face, your eyes filled with that same lust from eariler that night. Armand allowed you to pull him in, to press your lips against his and taste his blood. He guided you to his coffin, allowed you to manipulate his limbs to your liking, and later hold you in the afterglow of your communion.
"Maître? " He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder and hummed. "Did…Did Vincent beg you? "
"What? "
You turned to rest your chin on his chest. "Vincent. He told me that he begged and groveled to try and convince you to let me stay. Is what he says true? "
Armand stroked your cheek. "Quite the opposite. It felt like I was the one convincing him to allow you to stay. " The change in your demeanor was immediate. He continued.
"Like I said, I was moved by your dedication to your family. Vincent, on the other hand, saw your devotion as, and I quote, 'a fucking nightmare'. " He gently patted your face to bring your focus back to him. "I have no reason to lie to you. Please, if you truly want the best for you and your children, you know that it no longer involves Vincent. "
"But he said…was all of it a lie? " Your breathing started to get heavy, and Armand pinched his face together in pity. He pressed your face into his naked chest as you sobbed, your tears leaving a bloody mess in its wake.
He had no reason to lie, but that did not mean he had a reason to tell the truth, either.
author's note: I really apologize to the anon that requested this, I hope the length makes up for the wait!! I really got lost in the plot sauce :( I hope you all enjoyed reading!!!
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okayy so i recently watched s.1 ep.7 of hotd so can we get like coven leader armand with a short tempered alicent-like reader?
A serious trigger warning for domestic violence and allusions to SA. Please take care of yourself and do not read this if you are at all triggered or uncomfortable with reading about that.
note: manipulation (not just armand), blood drinking (consensual and not), violence but no gore, NUCLEAR family, Santiago is a scapegoat for violence for me idgaf, reader is as morally gray and repressed as Alicent is in the show, hints to nsfw
Being under your maker, Vincent's, care was a privilege. It was something you were reminded of every night of your existence.
He was the one who graciously allowed you and your children to reside in his family's home under careful supervision. They were your responsibility, your burden, and your reason for living all at once.
They had come from your human flesh and were given a chance at survival with your tainted blood. The sweet agony of hearing their screams during birth and their subsequent transformation was almost unbearable. It meant they were alive, and that was one of the worst things they could be under Vincent's roof.
You fantasized about what your life would be like without the burden of your children. If perhaps you had never allowed yourself to be entranced by Vincent in both life and death, you would already be in the ground. Rotting seemed preferable to the life you led with your family.
The oldest of your children, Alexander, was disappointing. He failed at virtually everything a vampire of his age and caliber should have already succeeded at. His own coven, fledglings, responsibilty you had the unfortunate privilege of having at half his age. None of the hopes you had for him never fully realized, and you made sure to mention it whenever you got the chance. You were not deaf to the gossip and insults that were hurled his way by other members of the coven; you simply stopped caring to refute them ages ago.
Helen and Dante, your third and fourth-born respectively, were your saving graces. They had enough sense to hide away far out of sight from the rest of the coven's prying eyes before they could embarrass you further. You made sure they had a semblence of status as your children, but your efforts only distanced themselves further away. They were sweet and pliant in a way that gutwrenchingly reminded you of yourself, long ago. Before the blood and the killing and Vincent.
And then there was Amon. He was the only one out of your children that truly saw you. The only one who steadfastedly assured you that you had made the right choice in staying with Vincent, among other things. You tried your best to ignore that glint in his eyes when he looked at you. It was like he saw you as more of a person of interest, a fine specimen rather than his mother and superior. What terrified you the most, however, was his willingness to defend your honor over the smallest of slights. While it was…rewarding to see the aftermath of his attacks, you scolded him endlessly that he was not yet free to do whatever he wished and that he was no coven leader.
That seemed to work, if only for a short while. But nothing stuck forever, and then there would be another crisis for you to tend to.
Despite his best efforts, Amon remained as equally troublesome as Alexander. It sickened you to think what would become of your oafish older sons and unsullied younger children.
Vincent was another story entirely. It was one of your deepest sources of shame, how you came to be his.
—
You could hardly look away from him. A vampire with dark olive skin and piercing orange eyes was before you, a beauty unlike anything you had ever beheld. His lips were engaged in conversation with Vincent, an exchange between coven leaders. It was a sight you were accustomed to, but never was a leader as poised and attractive as this one.
"Ow! " You whipped your head around at the sudden exclamation from behind you. Dante was rubbing his arm, with Alexander looking a little too innocent for your liking. The look you shot the two of them made their backs stand a little straigher.
"Are they going to be a problem, Signore Vincent? " The Parisian coven leader, Armand, asked your maker.
Vincent coughed, springing you into action by offering a steady hand on his back and a handkerchief. He waved you off, but leaned on your palm as he responded.
"No, Maître. You must forgive my children, they are quite adept at, " He paused to ponder a gentle description of your sons. "Unruly displays of affection. But I swear to you that we will cause no disruptions to your troupe. "
"Very well. " Armand flicked his attention between you and Vincent before stepping aside and allowing you all further into the theater. You guided your maker to a seat as he began his coughing fit.
Alexander, ever the 'charmer', immediately honed in and began chatting up a dark haired vampiress. Amon sulked in a corner, joined by his sister shortly after. Dante was quickly singled out by members of the band and was in enthusiastic conversation with the musicians.
"You're doing it again. " You looked down at Vincent. At your confused look, he said, "Pinpointing every one of them, keeping tally marks of their transgressions and concocting a speech for later. "
"I don't concoct. " You said, incredulous.
Vincent seemed to disagree. He took your hand, and it took everything in your being not to wrench it out of his clammy grasp. "Stop your worries. Everyone is safe, and you need not be so guarded. "
Training your face into a strained grin, you wordlessly nodded. You gently unslipped your hand from him and whispered.
"I'm going to coffin. Tell the children I said good night, please. " His smile and soft eyes haunted you on your trek from the foyer of the theater to the inner bowels of the building. You found your shared coffin with relative ease, considering its position in the middle of the room. Your children's coffins encircled the space to make it seem like a mausoleum.
You contemplated locking yourself in the coffin with a padlock, never to emerge for anyone or anything ever again.
"That would not be wise, " A voice spoke from the ether, jolting you from your thoughts of passive despair.
"Maître? I apologize, I did not mean for my thoughts to be so…intrusive. " You offered, clasping your hands together, knuckles turning white. The coven leader, your new leader, approached your form with a confidence you had not seen Vincent carry himself with in ages. You maintained eye contact, his golden irises never once wavering to blink or drag his gaze up and down your body. It was like he was psychically trying to pry open your soul, hold it in his hands for the both of you to see.
What terrified you the most was the fact that you wouldn't have denied him that privilege.
He leaned close to your face, still fixated on you. "Are you unhappy with your lodgings? Is the space my coven has graciously prepared for you and your family inadequate? "
You shook your head. He beckoned you to speak. "No, not at all, Maître. I simply…" Your gaze left his as your mind drifted to your maker. "I do not easily acclimate to new surroundings. I..wanted to find comfort on my own, rather than disturb Vincent with my tossing and turning. "
"Your Vincent does not tolerate you getting comfortable? "
"…Quite the opposite. Vincent revels in making me as uncomfortable as possible. " You hanged your head in shame. You didn't catch the split look of understanding that showed on Armand's face before he spoke.
"I see. " He turned his head towards the coffin, still unopened and the newest one from the local funeral parlor. He lifted the lid with one hand, and you tilted your head to look at the interior.
"I was told that this particular lining is quite lush. " He took your hand, ignoring the slight flinch the moment his flesh grazed yours, and placed it on the inside walls. The fabric lining the interior was unlike anything you had felt before.
"Is this velvet? " You looked at him in disbelief, gasping at his soft smile and nod. You backed away from the coffin as if you were burnt. "I-We cannot thank you enough, Maître. Truly, this is a gift we do not deserve-"
"Nonsense. " Armand gently interrupted your protests. "You are vampires, same as the rest of us. We all know the importance of rest, and the place where we choose to lay our head greatly influences our ability to hunt. " He took your hand once more, finding your wide-eyed gaze as he placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. "Another influence happens to be the person we lay with, as well. " You gulped, mostly in shock and partly to smother the simmering lust you felt bubble underneath the flesh Armand's fingers found.
Just as you were about to act, whether to act upon your desire or push him away, you would never know. A scream and the sound of objects being thrown snapped you and Armand out of your shared reverie. You snatched your hand back, immediately speeding away towards the building commotion.
The main foyer was in disarray, chairs and wayward bottles were in pieces on the floor. A crowd of vampires were shouting profanities and pleas to stop fighting, and you couldn't tell where your maker and children were. You managed to zero in on a flash of your youngest child's, Dante's, hair color. Your hair color. Your child was the one in danger.
You launched yourself straight into the crowd with your supernatural speed, inadvertedly knocking several members of Armand's coven to the ground with the force of your appearance. Dante was being held to the floor, screaming and bleeding from the head, an older vampire whose face you could not see cackling at his despair. Helen lay crumpled on the floor next to him, although you were unable to see any wounds. You acted without thinking and slit the throat of the vampire holding Dante down, picked his shocked form up and threw him to the side.
You kneeled to Dante's writhing body, your questions almost inaudible by his cries of pain. You shushed him quietly, bringing his and Helen's head to your lap. A quick nick at your wrist made the blood come flowing out and into your son's mouth. As he began to suckle, you locked eyes with the closest vampire, one with curly parted hair and a frightened look.
"Where is my maker? Where is Vincent? " He shook his head. "My Alex? And Amon? " They all stared, slackjawed and wide eyed.
"FIND THEM. NOW! " Your voice boomed throughout the room, spurring the crowd into action. Dante unlatched himself from your wrist with a groan, and you gingerly smoothed back the hairs on his head. You moved your bleeding wrist to Helen's mouth, urging her unconscious mind to drink.
"Shh, love. Where is your father and brothers? What happened, Dante? " He swallowed before speaking with blood stained teeth.
"Vincent wasn't feeling himself, he-he asked Alexander to escort him outside. I think he was with Eglee, so he ignored father. Amon said he'd do it. I don't know where they went, but next thing I knew Santiago was throwing his arm over me, and-and he was squeezing so hard! Helen tried to stop him but he didn't. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry. " Dante continued rambling, breaking down into sobs that you shushed away.
You helped Dante sit up so you could hug him properly. Helen made a small sound in her sleep, and you sighed in relief. You wanted to sob, too. You settled for squeezing your children harder.
—
Both coven leaders were talking in Armand's office. Amon returned alongside his ailing father immediately at your psychic command. They were supposedly on a father-son walk, one filled with revelations and a structured bond as your two youngest children were actively in harms way.
You replayed the moment you shared with Armand at your coffin. How foolish were you to think that something as trivial as a coffin was enough to signify a true alliance. Your anger showed in the rhythmic pattern your nails made against the wood of your seat. There was a pain steadily growing throughout your jaw with how tightly you held it shut for fear of unleashing a frenzy held deep within your soul.
The sound of footsteps approaching you caused you to stand, arms crossed and your teeth clacking in rage and impatience. Vincent slowly entered the room, helped by Alexander. You crossed the distance in a flash to deliver a blow to the head to your son. His head cracked against the wall, and his face morphed into one of betrayal and hate.
"That, " You pointed at him, swatting at Vincent's attempts to corral you away from Alex. "Was only a fraction! Of the pain your brother and sister endured in your absence. " You raised your hand once more, but lowered it almost immediately. You scoffed and shook your head. "You are no child of mine. If only it were possible to return to my mortal years, I would've ensured I would never be able to bear a son as useless as you! " You screamed at his putrid face, all twisted into a scowl, as if he had any right to act indignant. Vincent tried once more to calm you, but you ripped yourself away from his grasp.
"Out. " You dismissed your oldest disappointment out, and he left with nothing but a slam of the door. Your maker, despite his weakened form, was sturdy enough to pin you to the wall you had knocked Alexander into just moments ago. You squirmed in vain as Vincent began to bombard you with his own form of torture.
You could do nothing as his fangs sunk into your neck and began to drink. The feeling of his mouth suctioning your blood into him, nourishing him as it weakened you, was one you were all too familiar with. There was a cobweb in the corner of the room, and you wondered if the spider that created it was satisfied with its work or if it too was miserable in the web of its making.
After what seemed like hours of feeding, Vincent finally unlatched himself from your neck and allowed you to collapse to the floor, hard. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and you noticed he stood a little straighter, maintained his balance a little easier now that he had his fill of you.
"Armand has allowed us to stay, grazie Dio. Groveling is something I despise doing, you know that. " He nudged your head with his shoe. "Isn't it? I was asking you a question, dear. "
"Yes. I know. " Your words tumbled out like a small child still learning syntax.
"And yet, I had to do sooo much of it. No thanks to your, " He hissed out the final word as if it pained him to say it. "Theatrics. " His hand found your scalp, tugging you up onto your tip toes. You grasped at his hold, fighting to be let free, to fall to the ground so you wouldn't have to look at him.
"I believe a thank you is in order, dearest. Would it not be for me, you would have been outcasted. Discarded without a second thought. " He pouted his lips and you wanted to rip them off. "But your children need you. Your husband needs you. We can't live without you, carissimo. " His lips grazed your cheek as a blood-tear trickled down your face.
"Well? "
"T-Thank you, Vincent. I wouldn't-could never live without you or the children either. " You managed to choke out as his tongue lathed up the trail of your tear. He hummed against your skin.
"Of course, my love. I expect Armand to feel that same regret from you, alright? " He smiled at your confused expression before pressing a kiss to your lips.
"He requested to see you tonight. So I expect to hear nothing more of this nonsense after you are done with him, yes? "
"Yes, Vincent. "
"Hm, what a good pet. "
—
You made your way to Armand's office on unsteady feet. Everyone else had gone to coffin, although you suspected that they had simply confined themselves to rooms in the Theater to avoid interacting with you and your family anymore. You couldn't find the energy to blame them, or do much of anything but trudge slowly to Armand.
The only thing that kept you moving was the thought that you didn't have to spend the night with Vincent's fangs buried in your neck. Not even to feed. Just to hold in his jaw a reminder that he could take away your Dark Gift as easily as he had given it.
Armand opened the door himself before you had a chance to knock. You did little more than sway for a minute before him before he caught you. Any strength you had left in your body was fading quickly, and Armand understood that you needed to feed.
He cradled your head so tenderly you almost sobbed. You wrapped your arms around his midriff, and he allowed it. You smelled his blood, but you ignored the urge to latch onto him and drink in favor of being held for just a moment longer.
"I will not let you go. Please feed, you need to regain your strength. " He whispered close to your ear. You allowed his wrist to rest on your lips and you suckled. Armand let out a sigh, and he began to stroke your head. Mentally, you asked the question:
"Why are you being so kind? I attacked one of your own, I should be punished! "
"Based on your state, I say you have suffered enough. Santiago was out of line, and he was swiftly dealt with, thanks to you. " You paused at your feeding to gaze up at his face. "You were brilliant. Santiago needed to be silenced, and he was. I understand that you were just trying to protect your children. Your protectiveness is…admirable. "
Your face was in Armand's hands. Once again, you allowed yourself to be picked apart and looked upon with total vulnerability by this entity in front of you. Armand smiled as he wiped away a drop of blood from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. He offered the smudged liquid to you, and you allowed the tip of his finger to press against your tongue. You closed your mouth, lathing his appendage in your saliva, never breaking eye contact with Armand once. He slowly pulled away his thumb from your mouth, and you pressed a kiss to the tip of it before he removed it entirely.
He smiled at your rejuvinated face, your eyes filled with that same lust from eariler that night. Armand allowed you to pull him in, to press your lips against his and taste his blood. He guided you to his coffin, allowed you to manipulate his limbs to your liking, and later hold you in the afterglow of your communion.
"Maître? " He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder and hummed. "Did…Did Vincent beg you? "
"What? "
You turned to rest your chin on his chest. "Vincent. He told me that he begged and groveled to try and convince you to let me stay. Is what he says true? "
Armand stroked your cheek. "Quite the opposite. It felt like I was the one convincing him to allow you to stay. " The change in your demeanor was immediate. He continued.
"Like I said, I was moved by your dedication to your family. Vincent, on the other hand, saw your devotion as, and I quote, 'a fucking nightmare'. " He gently patted your face to bring your focus back to him. "I have no reason to lie to you. Please, if you truly want the best for you and your children, you know that it no longer involves Vincent. "
"But he said…was all of it a lie? " Your breathing started to get heavy, and Armand pinched his face together in pity. He pressed your face into his naked chest as you sobbed, your tears leaving a bloody mess in its wake.
He had no reason to lie, but that did not mean he had a reason to tell the truth, either.
author's note: I really apologize to the anon that requested this, I hope the length makes up for the wait!! I really got lost in the plot sauce :( I hope you all enjoyed reading!!!
note: talks of depression and unhealthy coping mechanisms, violence (not towards reader), weird and cute Armand (aw), Sant*ago is a Warning (but he gets his comeuppance), like 60% plot and 40% Armand i'm so sorry
It had been a month since you awoke from your stupor. Three months since Dawn had passed. Three months of betrayal left to fester and destroy what little trust you found in yourself to have.
It was difficult to discover how well your coven operated in your absence. As expected of a vampire his age, Armand had done an exceptional job ensuring no one from your coven lacked a purpose.
His approach to leadership and how calculated he was in managing everyone took a considerable amount of weight off of your shoulders. It was all you had wished for when you were still a coven leader.
"Boss? " Missy's irritating recognizable voice broke through your inner thoughts.
"Yes, Missy? "
"You looked kinda dazed for a second…do you need some re-? "
"No. " You cut Missy off. And before she could start apologizing, you signed for her to stop.
"I think the best thing for me right now is to be alone. " You said, calmly.
"O-Okay, boss. I'll let the others know not to disturb. " As she turned away, she quickly added. "But if you ever need anything, just let me know! "
You gave her a glance and nothing more.
The sound of the door closing behind you felt like a weight being lifted from your chest. As much as you loved every one of your original coven members, Missy was exceptionally well versed in smothering. Her efforts of reverence would be better put to use when it came to disposing bodies or teaching the fledglings, but no. She saved her most fervent acts of devotion to you.
You rubbed your eyes, shapes and colors bursting behind your eyelids. You could sense a presence approaching your room, and solemnly rose from your seat and opened the door before they could knock and worsen your mood.
"Why, hello. " Santiago grinned. You slammed the door in his face.
He began to laugh behind the wood as you returned to your chair facing the window. Santiago, the lead actor of the Theatre, was awful to deal with. He consistently attempted to undermine your authority with your original coven, and in all honesty you could have tolerated the disrespect if he made more of an effort to appear blameless.
"I simply wanted to chat, O Great One. Or, was that O Fake One? I've heard whispers that your acts of greatness in the wild wild west were nothing but-" You ripped open the door, unable to stave off the urge to prove him wrong at any cost.
"What do you want, Santiago? Isn't there an audience that needs to be squawked at? " He breathed out a laugh, and the metallic twinge of iron and unwashed gums permeated your nostrils. You fought to keep an unwavering mask while he spoke.
"Squawking? Is that all you beileve we do here? "
"I think that's all you do here, Santiago. I will ask once again, what do you want? "
He leaned against the door, prompting you to put more effort in keeping it as closed as possible. "Join me for a little hunt. It'll be nice to get out, wouldn't you agree? "
You squinted your eyes, tilting your head. "Not five minutes have just passed from you accusing my status as coven leader and now you want me to hunt with you? Is there something in Parisian blood that makes the vampires here so bold? "
He winked. "No, I'm afraid that's all me, darling. " He offered a clawed hand to you. After a moment of just looking at the appendages, he let it fall back to his side. You turned your head the side as he had the gall to lean in close to your face.
"Should you ever decide to leave without the company of your followers, new or old, " You almost gagged at the inhale you heard him take, close to your scalp. "I will gladly be there to show you the wonderous sights of Paris. "
You said nothing, felt a faint smile cross his face before leaving. You remained in the doorway, frozen. Not in shock or fear, but in utter repulsion at the idea of Santiago being your companion or coven member in any capacity. The brief thought of meeting with Armand to discuss Santiago crossed your mind, but you purged it.
Despite how you would have preferred to see Santiago cast out from the coven, you knew that the Theatre needed an act. And you had no interest in being on stage.
—
You were sitting on your throne, from one of the countless dens you had established with your coven. Dawn was sitting at your feet, her hair was on fire, but she didn't mind. There was a bleeding heart in one hand, in the other was a dagger.
You stabbed the muscle, and instantly woke. Panting, you sat up, dishelved and sheets stained with your blood-sweat. You thought of beckoning Missy, but decided against it.
"Go back to sleep. "
There was a figure in the corner of your room. Despite it being day outside, you couldn't make out their features, nor did you recognize their voice.
"Rest. You need rest. "
Your eyelids became heavy, but you fought as hard as you could.
"Rest. Please. Nothing will happen if you go to sleep, I promisd. " The voice sounded desperate, clawing at the walls of your mind to drift off.
"Why? " You tried to ask more, do more, but your limbs began to shake. Your hands were vibrating and your brain screamed that you needed to lay down.
"Rest. Now. "
Your head hit the pillow and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. When you awoke, your bedsheets were clean.
—
The rest of your days and early dawns were spent engulfed in paranoia. You were not prepared to face your combined coven, and the comfort your room once brought you was ripped from you that night you dreamt of Dawn and the figure in your room.
Missy tried to reassure you (in her own special way, of course) that she kept watch of your room all day, and no one could go in or out without her seeing. Aside from the fact that you didn't want her to be so close to you, there was a voice telling you that someone else was watching you.
Knock! Knock-knock! Knock!
You sighed at Missy's silly 'password' reverberating through the room. It was a tactic that she had installed to make you feel more safe. If anything, it just made your tolerance for her lessen.
"Hello. " Santiago purred. You almost managed to slam the door in his face, but he seemed to have learned from his last visit and even went as so far to let himself into your room.
"Santiago! Get out! " You yelled.
He ignored your demand, standing in the middle of the room, appraising the furniture and trinkets sprinkled throughout the space.
"I will admit, I didn't take you for a sentimental. "
"Get. Out. Now. " You spoke through gritted teeth.
It was only when he grazed a finger along one of Dawn's necklaces and said, 'I didn't take her for a liar, either' that you leapt to where he stood. He was clearly caught off guard, and shouted when you dug your nails into his shoulders. You threw him to the ground, still keeping your hand embedded in him. He hissed and clawed at your wrist, but the pain didn't register.
You dragged him all the way to Armand's office, disregarding the stares and worried conversations floating from the coven. Wrenching a hand free from his flesh, you swatted at Santiago's face, stunning him for a moment, and then pounded on the door.
Armand opened the door, mouth partially agape as if he was going to say something about being disturbed. He didn't manage to do so, as you barged into his office, a squirming and hissing Santiago in tow.
You flung Santiago into a wayward corner and turned to Armand. He looked curious and deeply confused. You gestured to the vampire cowering in the corner.
"This is your coven? This is who you have allowed my coven, my blood, to fraternize and familiarize themselves with? The way you have allowed this-this fiend to-"
"Fiend?! You drag me out by my wounded shoulders for several minutes and I'M A FIEND?! " You snapped your head towards him.
"You shut your mouth. You are not allowed to speak, no, BREATHE, until I am done talking. " You pointed at Santiago's disraught face and instantly watched your words come to fruition. Faint gasps echoed from behind you as you faced Armand once more.
His expression was briefly impressed before hardening into his usual stare.
"I assume Santiago has..overstepped. I extend my deepest apologies, I will see to it that his actions will recieve proper punishment. "
"Do it right now. " Armand tilted his head. You continued.
"I want to see what your idea of punishment is. I want to see what you’re going to do to him so that I can do something much worse. " Your voice lowered to a whisper by the end of your demand. Armand didn't move a muscle for a moment, a dark glint flickering in his eyes before he nodded. You watched as he made his way to Santiago's squirming form.
Still mute, Santiago tried to physically beg for mercy from his master, but Armand telekinetically lifted him from the floor.
"I see you tried to make yourself known in places you were not wanted. A familiar tale from you, Frances. A stage for a younger man, a whole play for your own ego, two loves when most are satisfied with one. " Santiago's eyes burned bright with hatred at Armand's words. Your bloodlust was threatening to boil over, and Armand could sense it.
"It is a wonder why I have not destroyed you like I did your maker. " His palm produced a ball of flame, and he brought it close to Santiago's face. You could see that the older man's expression was twisted in fear, and a smile almost broke out across your face.
The flames lightly burned the right side of Santiago's cheek, the only sign of acknowledgment from him was the lightest shaking of his hands.
"They are as much of a coven leader as I, Frances. No matter how little we see of them, or how merciful they are. Longevity is a sign of power, and you will do well to remember that we are are the oldest beings in this building. "
Your fangs poked out as Frances' screams echoed throughout the Theater, the smell of burnt flesh lingering for days afterward.
—
Missy began to distance herself after treating Santiago's wound. She screamed at you for the first time, hysterical that you deferred to Armand rather than her for retribution.
'AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! '
'DID YOU EVER EVEN LOVE US?! LOVE ME?! DAWN?! '
'I hate you. '
You made no move to stop her as she permanently moved in with the rest of the coven. The room felt tens times lighter without her nearby.
The self imposed isolation got worse. Without Missy, no one brought you fresh kills, no one kept you company. Several decades, centuries with your girls, your supposed 'family', and not one of them came to see you despite all of you residing under one roof. You hunted after the coven did, disposed of the bodies in the same way they did, but you still felt empty. The hunt lost all of its exhilaration without someone to share it.
After one particularly chatty evening after opening night of a new play, you heard a soft knock at your door. Not a secret password, not an angry pounding, just a polite tapping.
You opened the door to Armand's face. He had a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. You flickered back and forth from the buds to his features, a small grin slowly forming on your lips.
"What is this for? "
He handed over the bouquet. "For opening night. Every member gets one. "
You shook your head, inhaling the petals' sweet scent. "No, they don't. I would've heard Cassandra's thoughts from here. " At his frozen expression, you explained. "Cassandra was our resident botanist, she's always loved plants. " You smiled fondly at the memories from your time with your coven.
Armand watched your eyes go misty before you asked. "Why are you giving these to me, Armand? "
"I wanted to stave off your sadness. At least for a moment. Similar to Cassandra, your melancholy has a way of traveling far. " You were stunned at the thought of your loneliness making its way all the way to Armand.
"Thank you. It wasn't my intention to make my self pity so..permeable. " You smiled, but one that didn't quite reach your eyes. His hand found your own.
"The troupe has been very curious about you. Would you like to finally meet them? "
"He won't be there, will he? "
"Ever since his unfortunate decision and subsequent consequence, Santiago has made the choice to step away from the spotlight for this particular play. Missy has taken over for him in the meantime. "
You hooked your arm with his, cradling the bouquet in the crook of your arm. "Missy? Oh God, I'm so sorry for the diva you've had to deal with. "
Armand simply laughed. "Don't be, we have the expertise. She's actually quite the actress, you know. "
"Oh, believe me, I know. " You smiled once more, and it felt like the first real one you've made in a while.
author's note: hello! :D i am so sorry for the sudden disappearance, idk wth happened, but i hope ya'll enjoyed reading!! i hope to continue working on my other wips, but we'll see :') depression is really doing me in, but i'm doing much much better <3 (also, the scene with the figure was inspired by Obsession, in case anyone was wondering)
note: talks of depression and unhealthy coping mechanisms, violence (not towards reader), weird and cute Armand (aw), Sant*ago is a Warning (but he gets his comeuppance), like 60% plot and 40% Armand i'm so sorry
It had been a month since you awoke from your stupor. Three months since Dawn had passed. Three months of betrayal left to fester and destroy what little trust you found in yourself to have.
It was difficult to discover how well your coven operated in your absence. As expected of a vampire his age, Armand had done an exceptional job ensuring no one from your coven lacked a purpose.
His approach to leadership and how calculated he was in managing everyone took a considerable amount of weight off of your shoulders. It was all you had wished for when you were still a coven leader.
"Boss? " Missy's irritating recognizable voice broke through your inner thoughts.
"Yes, Missy? "
"You looked kinda dazed for a second…do you need some re-? "
"No. " You cut Missy off. And before she could start apologizing, you signed for her to stop.
"I think the best thing for me right now is to be alone. " You said, calmly.
"O-Okay, boss. I'll let the others know not to disturb. " As she turned away, she quickly added. "But if you ever need anything, just let me know! "
You gave her a glance and nothing more.
The sound of the door closing behind you felt like a weight being lifted from your chest. As much as you loved every one of your original coven members, Missy was exceptionally well versed in smothering. Her efforts of reverence would be better put to use when it came to disposing bodies or teaching the fledglings, but no. She saved her most fervent acts of devotion to you.
You rubbed your eyes, shapes and colors bursting behind your eyelids. You could sense a presence approaching your room, and solemnly rose from your seat and opened the door before they could knock and worsen your mood.
"Why, hello. " Santiago grinned. You slammed the door in his face.
He began to laugh behind the wood as you returned to your chair facing the window. Santiago, the lead actor of the Theatre, was awful to deal with. He consistently attempted to undermine your authority with your original coven, and in all honesty you could have tolerated the disrespect if he made more of an effort to appear blameless.
"I simply wanted to chat, O Great One. Or, was that O Fake One? I've heard whispers that your acts of greatness in the wild wild west were nothing but-" You ripped open the door, unable to stave off the urge to prove him wrong at any cost.
"What do you want, Santiago? Isn't there an audience that needs to be squawked at? " He breathed out a laugh, and the metallic twinge of iron and unwashed gums permeated your nostrils. You fought to keep an unwavering mask while he spoke.
"Squawking? Is that all you beileve we do here? "
"I think that's all you do here, Santiago. I will ask once again, what do you want? "
He leaned against the door, prompting you to put more effort in keeping it as closed as possible. "Join me for a little hunt. It'll be nice to get out, wouldn't you agree? "
You squinted your eyes, tilting your head. "Not five minutes have just passed from you accusing my status as coven leader and now you want me to hunt with you? Is there something in Parisian blood that makes the vampires here so bold? "
He winked. "No, I'm afraid that's all me, darling. " He offered a clawed hand to you. After a moment of just looking at the appendages, he let it fall back to his side. You turned your head the side as he had the gall to lean in close to your face.
"Should you ever decide to leave without the company of your followers, new or old, " You almost gagged at the inhale you heard him take, close to your scalp. "I will gladly be there to show you the wonderous sights of Paris. "
You said nothing, felt a faint smile cross his face before leaving. You remained in the doorway, frozen. Not in shock or fear, but in utter repulsion at the idea of Santiago being your companion or coven member in any capacity. The brief thought of meeting with Armand to discuss Santiago crossed your mind, but you purged it.
Despite how you would have preferred to see Santiago cast out from the coven, you knew that the Theatre needed an act. And you had no interest in being on stage.
—
You were sitting on your throne, from one of the countless dens you had established with your coven. Dawn was sitting at your feet, her hair was on fire, but she didn't mind. There was a bleeding heart in one hand, in the other was a dagger.
You stabbed the muscle, and instantly woke. Panting, you sat up, dishelved and sheets stained with your blood-sweat. You thought of beckoning Missy, but decided against it.
"Go back to sleep. "
There was a figure in the corner of your room. Despite it being day outside, you couldn't make out their features, nor did you recognize their voice.
"Rest. You need rest. "
Your eyelids became heavy, but you fought as hard as you could.
"Rest. Please. Nothing will happen if you go to sleep, I promise. " The voice sounded desperate, clawing at the walls of your mind to drift off.
"Why? " You tried to ask more, do more, but your limbs began to shake. Your hands were vibrating and your brain screamed that you needed to lay down.
"Rest. Now. "
Your head hit the pillow and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. When you awoke, your bedsheets were clean.
—
The rest of your days and early dawns were spent engulfed in paranoia. You were not prepared to face your combined coven, and the comfort your room once brought you was ripped from you that night you dreamt of Dawn and the figure in your room.
Missy tried to reassure you (in her own special way, of course) that she kept watch of your room all day, and no one could go in or out without her seeing. Aside from the fact that you didn't want her to be so close to you, there was a voice telling you that someone else was watching you.
Knock! Knock-knock! Knock!
You sighed at Missy's silly 'password' reverberating through the room. It was a tactic that she had installed to make you feel more safe. If anything, it just made your tolerance for her lessen.
"Hello. " Santiago purred. You almost managed to slam the door in his face, but he seemed to have learned from his last visit and even went as so far to let himself into your room.
"Santiago! Get out! " You yelled.
He ignored your demand, standing in the middle of the room, appraising the furniture and trinkets sprinkled throughout the space.
"I will admit, I didn't take you for a sentimental. "
"Get. Out. Now. " You spoke through gritted teeth.
It was only when he grazed a finger along one of Dawn's necklaces and said, 'I didn't take her for a liar, either' that you leapt to where he stood. He was clearly caught off guard, and shouted when you dug your nails into his shoulders. You threw him to the ground, still keeping your hand embedded in him. He hissed and clawed at your wrist, but the pain didn't register.
You dragged him all the way to Armand's office, disregarding the stares and worried conversations floating from the coven. Wrenching a hand free from his flesh, you swatted at Santiago's face, stunning him for a moment, and then pounded on the door.
Armand opened the door, mouth partially agape as if he was going to say something about being disturbed. He didn't manage to do so, as you barged into his office, a squirming and hissing Santiago in tow.
You flung Santiago into a wayward corner and turned to Armand. He looked curious and deeply confused. You gestured to the vampire cowering in the corner.
"This is your coven? This is who you have allowed my coven, my blood, to fraternize and familiarize themselves with? The way you have allowed this-this fiend to-"
"Fiend?! You drag me out by my wounded shoulders for several minutes and I'M A FIEND?! " You snapped your head towards him.
"You shut your mouth. You are not allowed to speak, no, BREATHE, until I am done talking. " You pointed at Santiago's disraught face and instantly watched your words come to fruition. Faint gasps echoed from behind you as you faced Armand once more.
His expression was briefly impressed before hardening into his usual stare.
"I assume Santiago has..overstepped. I extend my deepest apologies, I will see to it that his actions will recieve proper punishment. "
"Do it right now. " Armand tilted his head. You continued.
"I want to see what your idea of punishment is. I want to see what you’re going to do to him so that I can do something much worse. " Your voice lowered to a whisper by the end of your demand. Armand didn't move a muscle for a moment, a dark glint flickering in his eyes before he nodded. You watched as he made his way to Santiago's squirming form.
Still mute, Santiago tried to physically beg for mercy from his master, but Armand telekinetically lifted him from the floor.
"I see you tried to make yourself known in places you were not wanted. A familiar tale from you, Frances. A stage for a younger man, a whole play for your own ego, two loves when most are satisfied with one. " Santiago's eyes burned bright with hatred at Armand's words. Your bloodlust was threatening to boil over, and Armand could sense it.
"It is a wonder why I have not destroyed you like I did your maker. " His palm produced a ball of flame, and he brought it close to Santiago's face. You could see that the older man's expression was twisted in fear, and a smile almost broke out across your face.
The flames lightly burned the right side of Santiago's cheek, the only sign of acknowledgment from him was the lightest shaking of his hands.
"They are as much of a coven leader as I, Frances. No matter how little we see of them, or how merciful they are. Longevity is a sign of power, and you will do well to remember that we are the oldest beings in this building. "
Your fangs poked out as Frances' screams echoed throughout the Theater, the smell of burnt flesh lingering for days afterward.
—
Missy began to distance herself after treating Santiago's wound. She screamed at you for the first time, hysterical that you deferred to Armand rather than her for retribution.
'AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! '
'DID YOU EVER EVEN LOVE US?! LOVE ME?! DAWN?! '
'I hate you. '
You made no move to stop her as she permanently moved in with the rest of the coven. The room felt tens times lighter without her nearby.
The self imposed isolation got worse. Without Missy, no one brought you fresh kills, no one kept you company. Several decades, centuries with your girls, your supposed 'family', and not one of them came to see you despite all of you residing under one roof. You hunted after the coven did, disposed of the bodies in the same way they did, but you still felt empty. The hunt lost all of its exhilaration without someone to share it.
After one particularly chatty evening after opening night of a new play, you heard a soft knock at your door. Not a secret password, not an angry pounding, just a polite tapping.
You opened the door to Armand's face. He had a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. You flickered back and forth from the buds to his features, a small grin slowly forming on your lips.
"What is this for? "
He handed over the bouquet. "For opening night. Every member gets one. "
You shook your head, inhaling the petals' sweet scent. "No, they don't. I would've heard Cassandra's thoughts from here. " At his frozen expression, you explained. "Cassandra was our resident botanist, she's always loved plants. " You smiled fondly at the memories from your time with your coven.
Armand watched your eyes go misty before you asked. "Why are you giving these to me, Armand? "
"I wanted to stave off your sadness. At least for a moment. Similar to Cassandra, your melancholy has a way of traveling far. " You were stunned at the thought of your loneliness making its way all the way to Armand.
"Thank you. It wasn't my intention to make my self pity so..permeable. " You smiled, but one that didn't quite reach your eyes. His hand found your own.
"The troupe has been very curious about you. Would you like to finally meet them? "
"He won't be there, will he? "
"Ever since his unfortunate decision and subsequent consequence, Santiago has made the choice to step away from the spotlight for this particular play. Missy has taken over for him in the meantime. "
You hooked your arm with his, cradling the bouquet in the crook of your arm. "Missy? Oh God, I'm so sorry for the diva you've had to deal with. "
Armand simply laughed. "Don't be, we have the expertise. She's actually quite the actress, you know. "
"Oh, believe me, I know. " You smiled once more, and it felt like the first real one you've made in a while.
author's note: hello! :D i am so sorry for the sudden disappearance, idk wth happened, but i hope ya'll enjoyed reading!! i hope to continue working on my other wips, but we'll see :') depression is really doing me in, but i'm doing much much better <3 (also, the scene with the figure was inspired by Obsession, in case anyone was wondering)
yes, i am okay!! i really do apologize for that sudden post, but my parents were kinda close to finding out abt this blog and i really didn't want them to find out! sorry again for worrying anybody, i am completely safe and fine, it was just a close call!!
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