Hiiii, I saw that the requests were open and I was wondering if I could ask you for a one-shot of Striga from Castlevania (if you write for this character) x fem reader. In which the reader was once a human enemy of Striga who survived her in several encounters. But now, by a twist of fate, they end up as a couple, and Striga proposes to transform her into a vampire.
The snow felt like small daggers on your back as you lay prone in on the ground. You would know. You had been stabbed many times. This time, however, it seemed to be one too many.
Your blood now oozed out of your side where it once gushed. A sign that the supply was running to an end. A red ring around your corpse to tarnish your halo. Or whatever waited for you on the other side.
“You fought well.” You couldn’t move your head but you could move your eyes as they darted to the left to see Striga approaching. A smirk on her lips as her heavy boots sunk into the snow. “You always fight well, my love.”
Your jaw tightened and you sneer up at the vampire.
For years you had been chasing Striga all across Styria. Never able to catch the woman you were certain burned your homelands. She never admitted it. But also, never denied it. Over the years your fights had gotten longer with conversation. Sometimes no fight at all and just chat. Striga only ever admitted that she raided a lot and it was entirely possible that she did what you said and just couldn’t remember. “What is one fire when the world burns?” You shot her in the shoulder for that.
You had also noticed over the years that, not only had your fights & conversation gotten longer, but Striga’s motives in challenging you seemed to have changed. Annoyance, to rage, to amusement, to finally something akin to…flirting? You never reciprocated, though women were your preference as well, but did revel in the praise she gave you on your sword & combat skills. Much to your great shame.
Gathering what little strength you had left, you bite out a sharp “….leave…” Blood was at the back of your throat at the strain. Copper and dirt the last thing you would ever taste.
“What? And leave you here to die alone in the mud? Never.”
Striga moved to sit down. Her sword set neatly in the snow before the rest of her basically flopped the rest of her weight beside you. Knees up to rest her arms. Looking at you with sharp green eyes for a long, long time.
“You know. This does not have to be the end, you know?” Your eyes roll over to Striga again as she spoke. “I could turn you.”
Your entire body went ridged. Or as much as it could at the suggestion.
“Don’t be that way.” The vampire scolded you. “I know you despise us. And I will admit, that’s fair. But is this really how you want to die mališan? Cold, in the snow, at the hands of men.” Striga seemed more offended for you than you were of the fact that it took 10 men to ambush you to get you down. “You’re better than that mališan. You could be so much better than that. You could be stronger. Faster. You could have centuries to perfect your sword and learn new arts. We could continue fighting all our days & nights. We could build new lands. We could be by each other’s side. Forever.”
The snow shifted as Striga moved to hover over you on her knees. “I have fought many battles. Raged many wars. None have thrilled me like you have, mališan. None would accept you as I do.” Your past, your present, your preference. None of it had ever been accepted. But Striga indeed never seemed to mind. “But it’s your decision. I respect you enough to give you the choice not I nor my sisters had. Say no, and I’ll bury you after you’re gone. But, say yes, and we will burn cities together until the sun burns, my love.”
You knew, as you couldn’t feel your limbs and a deep fog was starting to cloud your mind, that your heart could not actually beat this fast. But it felt that way. It felt like it might hammer out of your chest right through your broke ribs and off into the night. Could you really fight forever? Was it worth your soul to be accepted finally? What had dying for the cause ever really gotten you anyway?
With one last, little burst of strength you bleat out the word “yes” to Striga.
The vampire grinned. Fangs more visible than you remember. “Good choice, mališan.” She praised, before leaning in and giving you one last mortal kiss. Before her vampire’s kiss sank into your flesh.
