#vampire undertale

(Slow burn)

Chapter 2

I took out my lighter from my pocket and lit a candle. Thanks to the storm raging outside, the power had gone out, and I wasn’t going to share a room with a skeleton. I picked up the candle carefully.

“Please follow me to your room. Do you have a name?”

“You can call me Sans. What’s your name?”

“You can call me Y/N.”

He followed a little too close behind me, but if he was searching for sanctuary, then he must be scared.

“So, what exactly are you if you don’t mind me asking?”

It was hard seeing the way around even with a candle.

“Hehe, I thought it was obvious, you know, with the bones and all.”

We turned a corner and went up a flight of stairs.

“Well, I assumed that much, but…those teeth, are they like press-on or something?”

He started to laugh before smirking down at me.

“Oh, I can assure you, they are real.”

We got off at the third floor.

“If you look like that now, I wonder what you looked like before you died.”

We came to a standstill as I tried to remember which hallway to go down. I wanted his room the absolute furthest from mine.

He leaned against a window.

“Who says I died?”

I looked up at him for a moment.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I just thought with you being a skeleton…”

“I didn’t die, I just cheated death.”

“Not from where I’m standing, you didn’t.”

I said as I looked him up and down.

He started to laugh again. His laugh was rough, but calming in a way.

“I didn’t expect a little thing like you to have jokes.”

I let out a sigh of annoyance.

“Who says I’m joking?”

We started walking again and eventually found the room. It had plenty of blankets and what looked to be a comfortable bed.

“This seems lovely, thank you.”

I gave a short nod and turned to leave to go back to my room, but suddenly he reached out and held my hand. I was to stunned to speak.

“I mean it, thank you.”

I could just barely make out his face in the dimly lit room. It wasn’t fearful or devious, but truly grateful.

“You’re welcome.”

After a second more of silence, I left and started back down to my room. It had been a very strange night, to say the least. I didn’t expect to meet Sans, and as wild as it might be to say, I think that if he stays for a little while, we could actually be good acquaintances.

Chapter 1

The cold night air washed over me as I stepped onto the balcony. The rain was coming down in sheets, and the wind was howling. I shivered and pulled my robe tighter around me. Something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones. I looked out into the darkness, but I didn't see anything. The only sound was the rain and the wind. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. I told myself that there was nothing to be afraid of. It was just a storm. But I wouldn't shake the feeling that something was out there watching me. I turned and went back inside, closing the door behind me. I locked it and leaned against it, my heart pounding. I was safe now, I told myself. But I couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning.

I looked around my new room. It was almost antique, so old and dusty, excluding the bed, the vase of roses my grandma had left me on the bedside table, and my three small boxes of belongings. Everything else had a coat of grime. This vintage place would not be the same without her sarcastic presence, but knowing she was off exploring Paris with her best friend made me happy, especially since she didn't have to worry about her house being trashed while I lived here. All she had asked of me before she left was to look through her notes in the upstairs kitchen if I had any questions. Personally, this place seemed like a dream—but only during the day. As soon as the sun fell, it gave me a sickening feeling I couldn't explain. I just wasn't used to this house, all the long hallways, seemingly never-ending rooms upon rooms, and the way the house creaks and shudders. I could go on about my grandmother's beautiful mansion turned horror maze at night freaks me out.

A sudden tapping noise caught my attention and pulled me from my thoughts, the noise came from behind the glass, and a chill ran up my spine. Surely it was just the rain or a branch hitting the window. But then it came again. Tap, tap, tap, That.. was intentional. I summoned all the courage in my body and slowly turned around. I was shockingly met with a skull and deep sunken socket eyes that pierced my soul and stared into my every thought. We were locked in a sort of staring contest for at least a minute. Eventually, I fell back from the glass onto the ground and looked up at this being. It was tall..very tall, bulky, and from the looks of it quite strong too. It was draped in a dark cape that covered most of its body. The only thing I could see was the head and an arm peeking out from the cape and a skeleton hand pressed against the glass. I lifted my eyes back, its face and those…eyes?... It also has deadly sharp teeth poking out and deep blue glowing socket eyes. I assumed It was staring down at me hungrily. Fear swelled in me. “Who are you,” I whispered. “It doesn't matter who I am, who are you,” it whispered back, placing both of its boney hands against the glass.

“Why are you here?” I demanded back, I was not going to answer any of this…monster's questions until I know it can be trusted. “I.…..was coming to visit my friend...Miss Amy..” he looked away as my mouth slowly opened and closed before I slowly started to gain my voice back, “How…do you know my grandmother.” he didn't look back over to me but slowly moved closer to the window. “She is friends with my brother, she told me that…if anything should happen…to come here for sanctuary..where is she? She is not……..is she..?” I shook my head stiffly, I guess Grandma did say she had made friends with ALL the locals but I didn't expect this…thing. If it is my grandmother's friend..whatever it may be I should treat it with…..some kind of decency. I sighed, closed my eyes tightly, and looked back at him. “She…is in Paris…I watch over this place for her…” I slowly unlocked the balcony doors and pulled them open. He turned to face me in shock. “It's…raining...I don't know if you CAN catch a cold but..it's never good to find out. Please come inside.” he softly pulled his hood over his face and stepped inside. rain falling off him to the floor. I moved and closed the balcony doors behind him. As I turn back I realize he was already seated on my bed and starting to take off his black boots. I sat across from him on a light pink armchair. he slowly raises his head. "I'm sorry for the intrusion but... I have nowhere else to go.." his glowing eyes meet mine, and I recognize the pain under them.