Break-In- Vampire! Anatole x Reader
request: are you doing spooky requests for halloween? what about vampire!anatole x reader?
a/n: this is more of a scary vampire story as opposed to sexy lol but there’s more coming!
The night was quiet, almost eerily so, and somehow you had found yourself in the middle of the woods lining your home.
You hadn’t meant for it to happen. You had heard a noise while the sun was still bright and had gone after it, without really thinking, but hours had passed and suddenly, you were enveloped in the thick, suffocating darkness of the night.
The moon was a far-off crescent in the sky, the beams of light barely visible through the thick canopy of leaves above you, but still you squinted up at where you remembered it being, hoping for a bit more light.
Your phone was shaky in your hand, making the flashlight flicker across your path, and you took careful steps, trying to ignore the thumping of your heart.
Suddenly, you heard a sharp noise, a rustle of leaves to the side.
“Hello?” you murmured, almost too afraid to speak. Your throat was raw and your teeth chattered with the cold, making you curl into the warmth of your jacket more.
There was only silence, accompanied by the feeling of being watched.
It wasn’t bad, exactly, only unsettling- you had been alone for so long, now, that any company felt almost warm, a relief. But the uneasiness in your heart hadn’t lifted from the moment you’d heard the noise, only making your fear greater.
You took a hesitant step forward, then another, and then you were pressing forward again, sure, now, that you were headed in the right direction. You thought of home, of making a warm cup of cocoa and climbing into your warm bed and staying there until the morning.
Instead of your nice little home that you’d been saving for since college, you came across a tiny cabin, cozy-looking despite the cracked windows and plethora of cobwebs hanging from the rafters.
Another noise, this time to your other side, and you glanced with wide eyes, but nothing was there, even when you thought to shine the flashlight on it.
You turned the light onto the cabin, much less spooky-looking when it was in the flashlight’s beam, and you made a move to step towards it before your flashlight sputtered, flickered, and turned to black.
You turned over your phone- dead.
Before you could overthink it, you stepped up to the cabin and knocked on the door. You wouldn’t make it five minutes in the forest without a phone.
You waited for what felt like hours, knowing the looming darkness went on for miles behind you, knowing that something could be right behind you, lurking, waiting-
You whipped around, feeling eyes boring into your back, but nothing was there.
When you glanced back at the door, it had creeped open just the tiniest bit. You took it as a welcome to come in and close the door behind you.
You could barely make out anything in the dark.
“Hello?” you called out softly, filled with fear.
At no reply, you began to walk around, finally making out an object in the darkness, an old-fashioned trunk. You ran your hands over the textured leather, the ornate decorations on it, and hooked your finger under the golden clasp as if to open it, until the items on top distracted you.
A various collection of knickknacks, each of them perfectly useless and important all the same. A beautiful, hand-painted music box caught your eye.
Golden details contrasted the light blue colored background, a beach scene painted on top. You smiled, intrigued by why such a beautiful item was residing in such an unpleasant place.
You picked the music box up, but promptly dropped it when something tapped you on the shoulder.
With a scream you turned around and two arms came out on either side of you, pinning your hands to the trunk. In the shadows, you couldn’t make out the figure, but two glowing eyes, tinted red, and sharp white teeth snarled at you.
“Do not touch my things,” the figure growled, teeth glinting. You jumped when you noticed the teeth weren’t teeth- fangs.
“I-” you choked out, unable to form words. “I-”
The figure cocked its head to the side. “What do you say when you break someone’s things?” you could have sworn its lips were pulled up into a smirk.
It laughed, something high-pitched, shrill, terrible- you resisted the urge to cover your ears. “That’s right. That’s right.”
The figure paused, tilting its head to the other side. “You break into my home, break my music box, and then ask who I am?”
You furrowed your eyebrows, heart beating. “I- my name’s- my name is Y/N.”
It smiled again, grip on your hands loosening. “Anatole.”
“I can tell.” the redness in its- his?- eyes had given way to brown, a deep hazel that still glowed in the darkness and the bitter venom in his face grew into something softer, almost gentle, that soothed your fear. “Pretty thing, aren’t you?”
He was silent for a long, pulsing moment before he drew his arms back and let you free, adjusting his sleeves in the darkness.
“Can I stay here?” you blurted out before you lost the courage. “Just for tonight, I mean- I don’t know how to get back home, and my phone is dead-” you silently berated yourself- how much information were you going to give to this man, who just a moment ago, had had red eyes and fangs and was growling at you?
You watched his form retreat silently, walking over to the door, and flicking on the light switch.
You blinked a few times at the sudden intrusion of light before finding him, turning around to face you.
He was completely normal, even handsome- bright blond hair, blue eyes (you didn’t even think to question the anomaly of his color-changing eyes), sharp jawline- except for the blood on his white, pressed dress shirt.
He followed your gaze down to it, then smiled. “Sorry about that.”
He didn’t offer an explanation, but his easy tone of voice relaxed you.
You were still frozen into place, hands on table, shattered music box a few inches to your right.
“Tea?” he held up a kettle, eyes pressing into you in a nearly-terrifying way. “You look freezing, dear.”
You bit your lip slightly, letting your hands slip of off the trunk. “Uh, yeah- yeah, sure. Tea would be great. Thanks.”
Anatole shrugged slightly and filled it with water, then set it on the stove to boil. He moved to the sink and, almost as an afterthought, began to scrub the blood off of his shirt.
You took the moment to study the space- it was smaller than it had seemed from the outside, cozy but almost too small for anyone to live in. There was a tiny kitchen area, a couch in front of a tv, and then another door that must have led to his bedroom.
“Why do you live here?” you asked quietly, voice dripping with fear.
If Anatole noticed, he didn’t say anything. “It’s secluded.”
“I’ll say.” you turned around once more, but Anatole was gone. When you turned back, he was suddenly in front of you, on the couch with two cups of tea in front of him.
You jumped as Anatole smirked, gesturing to the space behind him. You gingerly took the seat, holding the tea in your shaking hands with a quiet ‘thanks’.
“Why the woods, though?” you asked in between greedy sips. Your raw throat slowly gave way.
Anatole hesitated for a long moment before speaking slowly, carefully, as if choosing his every word before he spoke it. “It’s- dark.”
Time stretched by, silent and filled with tension. You sensed that you’d somehow upset him, although you had no idea what you’d done. You opted to stay silent until the cup of tea was finished.
Anatole glanced at the clock hanging above the couch, eyes narrowing slightly at it. “It is.”
You waited for more, but when he remained silence, you awkwardly spoke. “Do you have a bathroom?”
Anatole started, paling slightly at the question. Without a word, he jutted his thumb over his shoulder at the door you’d thought was his bedroom.
You got up, thanked him, and walked in. Just before you could enter, however, he had caught your wrist.
“Don’t. Touch. Anything.” his voice was dangerously close to a growl again. Not wanting to anger him, you swallowed hard and nodded.
You took the moment away from Anatole to catch your breath. You then walked over to the sink, washed your hands, splashed your face with water, and adjusted yourself in the mirror.
You noticed the sink was splattered with blood, and your eyes widened. Just one night, you reminded yourself. Just one night, and then you’ll never have to think about this again.
You studied your reflection, making sure you looked presentable after your walk through the woods.
You turned to leave and Anatole was behind you.
You looked back at the mirror, then at him, eyebrows furrowing, and then suddenly, your mind was full of panic.
He didn’t have a reflection.
His hands came out to your shoulders and locked you in place before you could make a run for it, his breaths long, ragged, shuddering.
“Listen closely.” his voice was low, eyes tinged with red once more. “Follow my every instruction, and you won’t get hurt.”
“Stay still.” one hand held your wrists behind your back so that they pressing uncomfortably against the counter, the other came up to your neck, brushing aside any stray hairs.
He leaned forward and his lips brushed against first your ear, then your neck, slowly, painfully finding the perfect spot.
He looked up with a start, as if forgetting that you were even there.
Your palms were sweating and your heart was clambering to get out of its cage. Your mind was repeating one word, over and over, panic-laced and full of hope- run.
“Stay. Still.” he snarled, and his fangs were glinting again. You wished you’d never knocked on his door.
His lips found your neck again and then, without the gentleness of before, he was cutting into your neck. A sharp sting, then the uncomfortable sensation of your blood leaving your neck.
You cried out but a piercing look from him made you fall silent, chewing your lip and squeezing the counter behind you to try and take out the frustration.
A minute passed, then another, until Anatole finally seemed satisfied. His mouth was replaced by his free hand, the pressure of it making you squeak but kept the blood in.
“Sorry about that, love,” he said easily, the paleness of his skin replaced by flushing life and the redness of his eyes replaced with that pretty hazel. He would have looked completely human, completely normal if it weren’t for the redness of his lips and the drops of blood falling onto his collar.
You looked him up and down with wide, fearful eyes, mouth gaping open. “What- what are you?”
His eyes flashed red for just a split second and he cocked his head to the side, raising his eyebrows. “Darling- I think you know exactly what I am.”
He smiled once more before his hand tightened around your neck and everything faded to black.
