#dimitrescu!reader

i feel like we need more reader being the youngest dimitrescu daughter content

like imagine adventuring around the castle but then finding an all too cold room and your body stars to slowly crystallise

a maid finds you and rushes you back to your mother

• Hight inspired by Lady D

• Vampire teeth inspired by Abigail

• Vampire Eye inspirations

• Vampire Appearance (Inspired by Vampire Sammy from Abigail 2024)

• Vampire outfit (inspired by Sammy’s outfit Sammy from Abigail 2024)

• Name’s: y/n, 002, etc • Vampire powers/skills: Levitation, high intelligence, telekinesis, intimidation, Scarlet witch powers (powers just like scarlet witch but Dark blue and Red) immortality, Superhuman Speed, Flexibility, Transformation, superhuman strength, etc (etc basically means you can have more powers than these if you want)

• DarkHold Powers: Physical augmentation, Dreamwalking, Power absorption, • Age: 37,430

• Personality: Evil, psychopathic, insane, crazy, manipulative, Loving, Sadistic, giddy, Sinister, etc

• Skin tone: very pale

• Hight:9’6

• Facts: Your blood is black, Covered in blood (a/n: gifs above), Talks in Sing-song kind of voice (a/n: most of the time) it Sounds Sadistic, Evil and unsettling and like your possessed but your not, Dances ballet Creepily, your tongue is black, you have unimaginable and uncountable Powers,

• Eyes: one is blue, and the other one is red (a/n: gifs above)

• Loves: Killing, Feeding on blood and flesh, Dancing ballet, Smiling Evilly and Creepily, playing with your victims, laughing evilly, dancing with her dead victims body, can survive being shot multiple times, Causing fear, chaos, and Sadness, etc

• Home: the upside down

• Best friends: Vecna, Demogorgans, Demo-bats, Demo-dogs, The mind flayer, etc

• Species: Vampire

• Sexuality: Bisexual

• Hair Color: Dirty Blonde

• Goal: To rule the entire Universe/Multiverse

YES

I’m a big RE slut and I loved village so much you have no idea

Warnings: horror elements, bugs, violence, cannibalism

Why were you in California? Hell, you had no idea. Mother had tasked you with leaving home and going out into the world to find someone more worthwhile for experiments, believing that you were the only one capable of surviving out there, and you had gone with a smile on your face and pep in your step. Seeing what lay beyond the village gates was exciting, and this would likely be your only chance.

The world was different than you’d expected, though. This place—Santa Carla?—was bright and busy, and there wasn’t a single snowflake on the ground. The sun was warm, so much warmer than it was back home, and you never had to worry about getting too cold and hibernating. There was music everywhere, all the time, and people wearing colorful clothing that looked so different from your own dark robe. Was this what the world was truly like? It wasn’t as lavish as the castle, but it was fun, and there was plenty to do.

And plenty to eat.

David was getting annoyed. He knew something was going on. He knew something had crept into their territory, because he and the boys had found three mutilated bodies so far and none of them were fessing up.

He just didn’t know what the hell could be doing it and then slipping away from them so easily.

“Ugh, what’s that smell?” Marko asked one night, wrinkling his nose as he walked.

Paul paused and sniffed the air. “That’s…uh…” he gave another sniff. “Damn, what is that?”

Dwayne was next. “Rotting flesh…”

“No. There’s something else.” David said, tossing his cigarette away to help clear the air around them. The scent was strange, nothing he had ever encountered before, and while it wasn’t necessarily bad, it wasn’t great, either. “Paul, lead the way.”

“You got it, boss man.” Paul kept his nostrils flared, marching off in the direction the smell was coming from.

The others fell into step behind him, preferring to let Paul and his sensitive nose do most of the work. As they left the boardwalk and entered town, Marko gave David a wary glance.

“You think it’s..?”

“That’s exactly what I think.” David growled, keeping his eyes trained forward. “I don’t know what the hell it is, but it’s gonna regret coming here unannounced.”

You heard the rustle of coats and the jingle of spurs just before they rounded the corner into your alley and you immediately let go of your physical form, suddenly poofing into a dense cloud of blowflies. You hovered low, close to the absolutely decimated corpse that had just served as your dinner, and a moment later, you saw them.

Four men entered the alley, all wearing mismatched clothes and sporting dangly earrings. They looked tough, like they meant to harm you, and suddenly, everything your mother had ever said about stupid, vile man-things was running through your head. Well, your figurative head. You didn’t have one. You were a cloud of blowflies.

“Eugh!” Paul covered his nose as he took in the scene before him.

“Looks like we were too slow,” Marko commented. “They’re gone.”

“Something was here, though.” Dwayne said, nodding towards the fresh corpse barely visible beneath a swarm of flies.

“Something’s been here for a while,” Paul pointed out. “That’s what the fucking smell was. All those old corpses.”

He was right. Strewn throughout the alley were corpses in varying states of decay, some a few days old, some more like a few weeks, all of them torn apart. It was like a scene out of a bad, over the top horror movie, and the bugs in the center of it was just the icing on the cake.

David’s lip curled up in a sneer. “Disgusting.”

All at once, the flies shot towards him, and his eyes widened in horror. The boys scattered, shouting in alarm as they took off as quickly as they could, scrambling up the alley walls and clinging to fire escapes or window sills or whatever they could sink their claws into first.

And you, the amorphous blob of bugs, were shocked.

“How did you do that?” You asked, the flies coming back together to form you again.

The boys stared in shock.

“How did you do that?” Marko asked as he hung off the gutter.

“I’m sorry,” you said, twisting your gloved fingers together. “You surprised me. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You didnt, kitten,” David snapped, retracting his claws and slowly climbing down from his spot much like a cat trying to maintain his reputation after doing something embarrassing.

You stared at him in confusion. “I’m not a kitten. I’m a Dimitrescu.”

Dwayne hopped down, landing next to David. “A what?”

You tilted your head to look up at him as he approached you and gulped. Maybe mother was right, maybe men were awful and should all be eaten.

But he was so…so delicious looking, and not in a food way.

“A-a Dimitrescu, of Castle Dimitrescu! And don’t try anything weird, or I’ll—I’ll eat your flesh!”

The other two landed behind you and you spun around to face them, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. Why did it have to be you, the youngest of Alcina’s daughters? Why couldn’t these guys go bother Béla or Daniella? They were at least tougher than you! They’d already have killed these guys, probably, and instead here you were, stammering because you thought they might be a little cute.

Mother would be furious.

“Well, I don’t know of any castles around here, but you sure look like a princess,” Paul winked.

You couldn’t help the small giggle you let out. “My mother is a countess.”

“So what’s that make you?”

“A Lady, i suppose,” you grabbed at your hair, twisting the bloodstained strands around your finger.

“Lady of what, exactly?” David asked.

“My mother has a castle,” you smiled. “I’m a long way from home.”

“I’ll say,” he mumbled.

“What, um…” you glanced around at them. “What are you? I’ve never seen a man-thing jump so high. Or grow claws. No, actually, the lycans do, and…maybe Uncle Heisenberg? I’ve never asked…”

“Princess, I’m gonna have to respectfully ask you what the hell you’re talking about.”

In a moment of bravery, you extended your hand towards him. “I’m the youngest daughter of Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, of Castle Dimitrescu.”

He looked down at your hand, resisting the urge to wrinkle his nose as he imagined it turning into flies. Slowly, he took it, and when nothing out of the ordinary happened, he raised it to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

You were already smitten.

“I’m David. These are Paul, Marko, and Dwayne.” He straightened up. “And we’d like to know what the hell you’re doing hunting in our territory.”

“Oh, that?” You asked. “I…didn’t know there were rules about that. Back home we just sort of eat who we want…”

“You don’t get out much, do you?” Marko asked dryly.

“Nope!”

“David, can she stay?” Paul asked, suddenly moving to your side and throwing an arm around your shoulders.

David raised an eyebrow. “She’s a cloud of flies, Paul.”

“I’m…um…yeah,” you laughed awkwardly. “Sorta.”

“She’s unique,” Paul said.

“You’re vampires, right?” You asked, looking up at him shyly. “My mother is a vampire, kinda. I’ve never met another one though.”

David was far too intrigued to just let you go now, and with a small sigh, he nodded. “We are.”

“Baby, how the hell does a vampire make a swarm of flies?” Paul asked, grinning down at you as if something was hilarious.

“Oh, it’s…kinda complicated,” you said. “B-but me and my sisters, we’re all like this. Mother isn’t. And her siblings are all different.”

“Your hometown sounds wild,” Marko grinned.

“It’s a very fun place for us,” you nodded enthusiastically. “Maybe not for the villagers, but…”

Suddenly, he was at your other side, an arm around your waist. “How bout we get ourselves some fresh chow and you tell us all about it?”

You smiled at him brightly, your teeth stained red from your recent meal, and he felt himself falling head over heels.

“Okay!” You agreed.

“Hey.” Dwayne spoke up. “This alley needs cleaning.”

“Why?” You asked in confusion.

“The humans will find it. And we don’t need them poking around.”

“Oh. That isn’t a problem back home…”