Across The Fanfic Spectrum

Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [36]

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

Warnings: gore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Date: September 18 - specimen M

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

What... was this...?

‘Date: October 13’

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

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

Oh no...

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

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

“I wouldn’t if I were you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“NO!” You screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“[First]-“ Dracula began coolly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Looking down at your sleeping form, Dracula sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I...”

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

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

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

“.... I don’t want you here...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Masterlist

Chapter 1

- Drac and Reader meet in the Jonathan Harper Foundation, the day after Drac is recovered from the North Sea. It is apparent he is interested in her. Renfield, Drac’s lawyer is introduced and bails him out of the Foundation, Drac finds Reader on the beach.

Chapter 2

- On the beach, Drac confesses that he does not intend to harm Reader, and interrupts a frantic phone call from Zoe (who is terrified fro Reader’s safety now that Drac is on the loose). Zoe creates a plan to compromise Drac, using Reader as bait. Reader is reluctant, but is promised that she will be protected and agrees.

Chapter 3

- On the pier, Drac comes to Reader and forces her out to the very end, he taunts her about her fear of falling into the sea as he pushes her further into the darkness. On the pier, they have a moment of emotional bonding, before Reader asks why Drac loved Agatha Van Helsing, which sends him into a fit of fury, leaving bruises on her skin from how tight he grips her. Armed men near the couple, who are on the end of the pier.

Chapter 4

- Reader freaks out as she realises Drac can easily overpower every human trying to stop him, and Drac grows angry at Reader’s betrayal. He grabs her, and tosses them into the North Sea below them. Days pass without Drac. Jack Seward, an old friend, reunited with Reader at the Foundation and Zoe sends her home to get rest. She does, and Drac shows up to speak with her. He spends the night, after refusing to leave, watching over Reader.

Chapter 5

- Reader is unable to sleep knowing that Drac is in her home, and eventually grows sick and tired of him. He comes to rest with her in her bed, as Zoe messages her that she knows Drac is in Reader’s home and has sent armed men to post outside. Reader falls asleep after offering another life to Drac if he promises to not harm her, and when she wakes up, Drac is gone, but knowing he has permission to her home, leaves a message to keep her door unlocked for him.

Chapter 6

- Back at the Foundation, Reader is interviewing Drac. Drac has a flashback to the previous night, where Drac visited her home, and they take a stroll to a secluded place and Drac asks about the “meal” she promised. He revels in her revenge plot, and she gives him the name of his victim - Lucy Westenra. Back in the present, Drac explains how his blood drinking and personality absorption powers work. Later, Jack tells Reader that he and Zoe are worried about her and her closeness to Drac. Drac disappears for months, and Reader finds out he is in London with Lucy.

Chapter 7

- Drac is with Lucy when the subject of Reader comes up. Lucy is overjoyed that Drac picked her over Reader, like the other men in Reader’s life did before him. Drac is s disgusted by Lucy’s attitude towards Reader. With Drac gone, Reader grows close to Jack once more and he apologises to her for letting her go when Lucy and her ex, Daniel, hooked up behind her back. They go clubbing together and walk home with Jack holding Reader to keep her warm. The entire night, they are being watched. When Reader goes home, she finds Drac in her home, waiting for her. They have a moonlit picnic, where he is seemingly jealous of her friendship with Jack.

Chapter 8

- Drac and Reader are at her home, Drac’s phone is blowing up which causes Reader to grow angry at him. He turns the phone off, and then asks her if she will attend the Whitby Goth Weekend Ball with him, she says yes. The next morning, Zoe and Jack visit and express concerns that Drac is using her like he did Agatha and Jonathan Harker and that he plans to kill her once he’s finished playing. Reader is defensive and Zoe asks if she is in love with Drac x Reader denies this. Drac left a ball gown for Reader, and while she looks at it, Zoe and Jack come up with a plan to save Reader. The plan works, as Reader agrees to a date with Jack, and they return to her home and begin a steamy make-out session, which Drac interrupts.

Chapter 9

- The next day, Jack visits Zoe and shows her bruising on his neck, she asks what happened. Drac, in a fit of jealousy and hurt from Reader’s betrayal, harms Jack badly and kidnaps Reader. Zoe and Jack have no clue where Drac would have taken Reader. In a flashback, Reader tries to run from Drac, but he easily catches her and she realises she has no choice but to obey him if she wants to live. Reader shows up to work two days later and lies that she is fine, in reality, she has made a promise to Dracula to stay away from Jack so that he would visit her often as he has returned to London.

Chapter 10

- At the Foundation, Zoe shows Reader and Jack a blood sample taken from Drac, along with paperwork that shows just how Drac’s biology works. Jack warns her to not let this information reach Drac. They do some work together for a while before taking a walk where Jack asks Reader what happened with Drac, and she again says nothing happened. Reader and Drac go to the ball, they dance and then he leaves her alone. Reader goes looking for him and overhears a phone conversation between him and Lucy where he tells her that he misses her and is coming back to London. Reader flees.

Chapter 11

- Jack comes to Reader’s aid and they speed away as Drac runs after the car. They decide to take refuge at Zoe’s home for the night, and Reader confesses to Jack that she offered Lucy for her own life. That night, Reader awakes and finds Drac outside of the house, angry and wanting to be let in. She refuses his entry, angering him more. The next morning, there are news’s reports of bodies - Drac’s victims. Jack takes Reader home and they find her curtains drawn. Reader thinks nothing of it and goes inside and finds Drac waiting, full of bitterness. They argue, and Drac says something that triggers a flashback of Reader finding out Daniel had cheated on her with Lucy. In a fit of her own rage, Reader flings open the front door, allowing light in. Drac barricades himself in a dark shadow, grabbing Reader and demanding she close the door.

Chapter 12

- Under Drac’s grip, Reader manages to shut the door, and is released, but finds that Drac accidentally scratched her and made her bleed. He cannot control himself, and she begs for her life before fleeing upstairs. He chases after her like the true predator he is, managing to pin her down and lap up the blood. He stops himself just before he sinks his fangs into her, and apologies. They forgive each other, and Drac kisses Reader, showing her the magic of the kiss of a vampire. Reader is taken to a nightmarish place, and when she comes to, Drac is concerned for what happened. She falls asleep in his arms. The next morning he is texting somebody, and leaves Reader once more.

Chapter 13

- Reader receives a call from Zoe, who confesses that she is indeed extremely sick. She asks Reader to come to London, and Reader asks about Jack. Zoe explains that Jack is already in London as Lucy is close to death. Reader feels guilt. She goes to London and immediately goes to Zoe, where she meets Renfield in the hospital and forces him to take her to Drac. Drac is surprised to see Reader and it is clear he is waiting for somebody. She stays at Drac’s penthouse, and in the morning finds Lucy’s clothes. Reader confronts Drac who confesses that he has slept with Lucy each time he has drank her blood. Reader is livid and wants to leave, but it is in the middle of the night. Drac manages to coax her out of her anger and they share a dance that he owes her from the ball.

Chapter 14

- Reader is at her parents’ home when she finds out that Lucy passed in the night. Panic and guilt sets in and she races to Zoe to confess everything. She is afraid of Drac, afraid that he will turn on her now, and Zoe tells her to flee and take Jack. Lucy’s funeral takes place and Reader tries to reconcile with Jack who is grieving and angry. Reader breaks down, admitting she was afraid of Drac all along and doesn’t know what to do. Jack comforts her, but her phone ringing constantly ruins the moment. Jack answers it, telling Drac to leave Reader alone for good. Zoe checks out of hospital, and Jack escorts her to Drac’s penthouse. Drac realises what Zoe wants and messages Reader that he loves her.

Chapter 15

- Upon reading the message, Reader rushes to Drac’s penthouse, but there are setbacks including traffic and running into cyclists. When she gets to the building, she can’t get in, and Renfield appears only to deny her entrance to the building. Reader forces her way inside, running up the many flights of stairs. Jack is outside, and catches her like a bull wrangler. She manages to fight him off and entrees Drac’s penthouse, finding his body and Zoe’s lying limp upon his dining table.

Chapter 16

- Nine months later, Reader and Jack having resigned from the Foundation, find solace in Robin Hood’s Bay. They have started new lives, grieving for Lucy, Zoe and Drac and leading much more ordinary lives. There is a news report of bodies washing up in the Thames, and the suspect is a now vampire-died Renfield. Reader is having nightmares, where Drac is invading her dreams, looking for her. Jack suggests they go to Whitby for the day, and this is where Reader spots Drac.

Chapter 17

- Reader falls ill at the sight of Drac, who has disappeared and Jack rushes her home. Here, she has another nightmare, where a partially cremated and undead Lucy Westenra haunts her. Awaking in a cold sweat, Jack suggests she takes a bath, and leaves to fetch some medicine for her. Drac appears in the bathroom, and Reader is understandably shocked. Drac explains how he survived after drinking Zoe’s blood, and how he has been looking for Reader since he awoke. He realises that he loves her. They are smitten once more, and Reader asks Drac to kiss her, which he complies with.

Chapter 18

- Reader is in Transylvania, and finds Drac in his dining hall. She asks how she got there, but Drac reminds her of her promise - stop seeing Jack, which she had broken. Drac is drinking blood from a wine glass and Reader asks if it is her blood, Drac only replies by telling her that she will pay for breaking her promise. She awakes with a pain in her neck, and finds fang marks. Reader demands to meet Drac and they argue, before Drac tells her that he loves her and asks for her to go to London with him; she agrees.

Chapter 19

- Reader is with Drac at his penthouse when Renfield visits to thank Drac for the gift of eternal life. Renfield gets a smell of Reader and goes delirious for a taste. Drac has to fight Renfield off, hurting himself in order to protect Reader. Renfield is chased away by Drac and Reader tends to his wounds. She asks if he will turn her into a vampire, and he tells her he will do no such thing, that it is a curse he will not inflict on her.

Chapter 20

- Reader catches Drac listening to some questionable music during his shower, and he catches her, and as punishment pulls her into the bathroom to shower with him. They are preparing for an outing. The car ride gets spicy. The outing takes the pair to the mall, where a creep attempts to flirt with Reader and rules up Drac’s jealousy. Reader spends the afternoon choosing risqué clothing, only worsening Drac’s mood to the point where he cuts the trip off to return home...

Chapter 21

- Literally just smut, go read it if you’re desperate to know what happened

Chapter 22

- Reader takes Drac to the gym with her, an experience she will carry with regret for the rest of her life. Reader’s mother calls and reminds of her annual party, which Reader must attend with her new man that the fishwives have been gossiping about. Reader’s mother also discloses intentions of hooking Reader up with a family friend, Mark. Drac and Reader attend the party, and Drac is well liked immediately but Reader’s mother and her friends disapprove due to his age. Reader scolds her mother, but is shocked to see Jack.

Chapter 23

- Jack and Reader go into their old hiding spot to talk, while her mother and the other wives gossip and talk down about Drac. Drac grows uneasy and angry, and Reader’s father comforts him saying that Reader is only being kind and close to Jack to appease her mother. Drac sees Mark from across the room, and decides to help Chelsea, a foe of Reader’s that Mark is chatting up (or trying to). Chelsea attempts to flirt with Drac, and Drac allows her to drive Reader jealous, which works as Reader kicks Chelsea out and leads to some spicy times with her vampire boyfriend.

Chapter 24

- Reader wakes up the next morning, afraid to go downstairs after causing a scene. Her mother is furious which leads to a large argument, that escalates. Reader says that she is going to leave, but Drac tries to make her stay and fix things. She sneaks out, and Drac is unable to find her. She meets with Jack, to explains that Renfeidl wants Reader - specifically Reader - to feast on, and that she is no longer safe, so suggests that she says with Daniel as no one would think to find her there. She disagrees immediately, but finds herself at Daniel’s apartment anyway.

Chapter 25

- Reader is at Daniel’s apartment, things are extremely awkward. Jack confronts Drac, who is livid that Jack has hidden her away. Drac feels that Reader would be safer with him, but Jack disagrees, considering Renfield would know where she is. Drac has a vision that he kills Jack, one that has haunted him since Reader vanished. Jack and Drac team up to keep you safe and track down Renfield. Ten weeks pass and Drac is growing impatient; Reader and Daniel talk through everything and Drac is shocked to see a post from Daniel confirming he is with Reader once more.

Chapter 26

- Drac is at home counting boxes in a dark room, when Jack arrives to update on the situation. Mark has gone missing and Reader is devastated and wants to go home. There are still no leads on Renfield. Drac has found Reader’s location but does not want to go to her. Reader and Daniel have a moment and Reader is left unsatisfied and goes into the bathroom. There, she is haunted by Lucy once more, who warns her that Drac is coming for her and he is angry. Jack visits Zoe’s grave and sees Renfield, calling Drac in a panic who rushes there to confront Renfield - Renfield escapes. Drac and Jack are arguing about Reader’s safety, when she calls Jack go collect her.

Chapter 27

- Jack and Drac arrive at Daniel’s apartment complex and run into Chelsea who tried to seduce Drac again. Drac shuts her down, before leaving her when Reader is heard screaming at somebody and crying. It is revealed Daniel used Reader and slept with Chelsea. Reader sees Drac and is upset, blaming him for the entire situation with Renfield and tells him she wants nothing to do with him. She goes to stay with her parent. Drac has a new box in his secret room, but cannot pay mind to it as he has business to attend to. He visits Daniel and kills him. Jack finds Drac burning his clothes, and coaxes the reason why out of the vampire. Jack tells Drac that Reader will never forgive him.

Chapter 28

- Reader shows up at Drac’s apartment. She is absolutely livid and her emotions are all over the place. She asks him how many of her acquaintances he has killed, and he tells her only Zoe, Lucy and Daniel. Reader tells Drac she can’t trust him, he can’t control himself and it’s no good for her. She’s afraid for Jack’s life, she’s afraid for her own life, she acknowledges Drac could snap at any minute. Drac begs her to stay, begs her to forgive him. She doesn’t, instead, she tells him to not follow her, they are no longer even acquainted.

Chapter 29.

- Drac and Reader are both hurt and broken just moments after their breakup. Drac decides to take a liberal on his soil, having a hallucination of him as a human, married to Reader with children and true family life. His dream is broken by a call from Renfield, who had found Reader wandering the streets of London crying. Drac knows this is the end, Renfield has won, but he won’t win without a fight. Renfield takes Reader down an alley, and just as he goes in for the kill, Drac appears.

Chapter 30

- Renfield has Reader and Drac knows he has to do something. When Renfield accidentally breaks the skin of Reader and she bleeds, he snatches her away and a chase ensues. Drac is very close to losing Reader, but manages to attain her and Renfield escapes once more. Reader is bleeding out and Drac has to rid of the blood so that Renfield won’t find her. She collapses at his apartment, and Drac relishes in having her home.

Chapter 31

- Reader and Drac make their escape, and take a luxurious flight far away from the grasp of Renfield. They land in Italy, and Reader’s mood immediately changes when she realises she’s safe and in a beautiful country with Drac. There are a lot of cute and domestic moments as they settle in to their Italian home and Reader has to go shopping for some more suitable apparel.

Chapter 32

- Drac takes Reader to the beach, but becomes very jealous and possessive when he sees her bathing suit. He forces her to wear his shirt, which is soon discarded as Reader disobeys and takes a relaxing dip in the sea. They spend the rest of the day doing Italian things and Drac takes Reader to a beautiful restaurant for dinner. They end the evening on the balcony, overlooking the sea.

Chapter 33

Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [35]

Masterlist

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

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

BANG!

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

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

~^*^~

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

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

“What about?”

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

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

“Toothy?” Dracula quirked an eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~^*^~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~^*^~

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

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

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

...thud...

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..thud...

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thud...

thud....

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

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

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

Silence.

Total silence.

Jack exhaled, closing his eyes.

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

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

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

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

BAM!

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~^*^~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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