#vampirenight

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For the always amazing @champagneholland ‘s vampire night! I had to join this, because it’s too good an idea to pass up!

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You and Tom had met at a party and had since gone out on a couple of dates, always when it was dark outside. It was winter, so the days were short, but as you got closer to spring the days got longer, but you still only went out when it was dark. You had really noticed, since it was still dark most of the time.

When he stayed over one night, he had tried to leave before the sun got up, but when you snuggled closer to him, he couldn’t get himself to do it. So when you woke up, and looked at him with loving eyes, he only smiled back at you.

“So. What do you want to do today? We could go ice skating, I love ice skating” You smiled, excited to hopefully spend the day with him.

“Or we could just stay here all day? Cuddle, watch movies. Have a lazy day” He suggested, pulling you closer.

“We could go watch the greatest showman! I think they show it around noon today. And then just have a lazy day?” You snuggled closer to him, feeling his cold skin against yours. For some reason he was always cold, but it suited you perfectly, because you were always warm.

“Mmh, I think we should just stay here. I’ll even make you food, and let you pick the movies” He offered, and you looked up at him.

“You really don’t want to go out, do you? But fine, since you’re offering, but you better spoil me then” You laughed.

“It’s because I’m a vampire, love. I can’t go outside in the day” He said, and you thought he was joking, so you just went along with it.

“Right, and I’m a fairy princess”

***

A couple of weeks later, you had gotten sick. Tom was there to take care of you, which you really appreciated. He had made you soup, following on old family recipe. He had put on your favorite movie and done everything he could to make you feel better.

When the fever really hit you, he was quick to join you under the duvet, making you feel a little cooler. In your feverish state, you started to wonder why he was always cold. Sure, you were always warm, but sometimes you got cold. He never got warm.

“How are you always so cold?” You whispered, your head resting under his chin, and your burning hands carefully placed on his chest.

“I told you, I’m a vampire”

“Sure you are”

***

After a couple months, you had gone official. Tom spent most of his time in your apartment, but for some reason, always had enough food. You didn’t spend more money on food than you did before, and you started to notice that he never really ate anything. Like ever.

“Hey Tom? Am I a bad cook?” You asked one day, wanting to know why he didn’t eat. Maybe he just didn’t like your cooking and was too nice a person to say something.

“No. I think your food is amazing” He was quick to say, making you raise your eyebrows.

“Really, then why do you never eat anything? It’s not healthy, Tom” You looked at him seriously, and he just smiled at you.

“I’m a vampire, love” He simply said. Whenever you had asked him about something, he would always give the same answer. In the start it was fun, but now it was just getting stupid.

You were genuinely worried about him. He never ate, never went out. He was awake when you fell asleep, and awake when you woke up. Something was wrong, and he was hiding behind some stupid joke.

“Stop it Tom. You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you don’t really go out. I’ve never seen you work out, but your still really fit and skinny. If you’re getting depressed, or stopped eating, we need to talk about it. Seriously. You can’t just keep saying you’re a vampire” You said, slightly annoyed.

“I really love you, do you realize that?” He just said. He looked at you with so much love in his eyes. This was the first time he said those words, and it made you confused. Why was he saying this now, of all times?

“And I love you. But I’m worried about you Tom. I love you, but we have to talk about this. If you need help, we’ll figure something out. I’m not going to love you less, because of it” You said, walking closer to him.

“Darling, I really am a vampire. Blood drinking and everything. I go out while you sleep, and drink blood. That’s why I don’t eat, because human food taste horrible. Yours is less horrible” He said, now with a serious expression in his eyes. “I’ve been trying to tell you this for a while now, but you always assume I’m joking”

“Tom, stop it. It’s not funny”

“I’m not kidding. I’m being very serious. I don’t want to go out in the day, because the sun makes me really tired. I’m cold because. Well technically I died a few hundred years ago. I don’t sleep, because I don’t need sleep” He said.

“Are you being serious right now? Vampires don’t exist, you div. But fine, if you don’t want to talk about, that’s fine!” You said, turning on your heel heading for the bedroom. Before you got very far, Tom was suddenly standing in front of you, something that was not possible. “How did you?”

“I told you. I’m a vampire. I’m not kidding Y/n. What do you need me to do to prove that?” He asked sincerely, as he just stood there.

“I don’t know! Go stand in the sun and sparkle or something” You said, you mind going directly back to twilight.

“That’s not real. The sun would just make a me tired and thirsty”

“Drink my blood then. If you’re really convinced that you’re a vampire, drink my blood” You said with your best poker face. Maybe he was hallucinating?

“Alright. I have to warn you though. A lot of people get a lot of pleasure from it. Just so you’re prepared for it” He said, closing the distance between you.

“So it’s some strange fetish of yours? The vampire thing?” You asked, as you leaned you head to the side. He had to realize this couldn’t be real, right?

He didn’t answer you, he just started kissing you neck, like he had done multiple times before. You enjoyed it, like you always did. After a short while, you felt a light stinging feeling on your neck, before you heard yourself moan.

You could feel the blood running through your veins, but you also felt an intense pleasure in your body. You were so turned on suddenly, and you had forgotten everything about the conversation you had just had. You just wanted Tom. The only thing you could think about was Tom.

When he released your next, you were panting, trying desperately to catch your breath. When you didn’t feel his body close to yours, you opened your eyes, searching for him.

“That was. That was really. Great” You managed to get out, as you started to get back to your normal state. You remembered the conversation again, and your brain slowly put two and two together. “You weren’t kidding”

“I’ve been telling you the truth the entire time. I love you, and I really hope this doesn’t change the way you feel about me” He sounded a little nervous, like he was unsure how this would affect you.

“Are you kidding? This is a lot, sure, but it doesn’t really change anything. Except I might want you to do that again. Because that was really fucking amazing. Forget foreplay, this was so much better” You let out, still feeling the after effect from the bite. You wanted him so badly.

“Are you still feeling it? Because I could do something about that as well”

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His sweet Rosaria. It isn't kidnapping, he just brought her home that's all. Is there even a kidnapping? Carlisle couldn’t tell about this, He only knows that no other hunters should harm her with every weapon in their possession that they have.

“Sweet dreams Rosaria,” He whispers to her, he lays her down on the bed, and lays a blanket onto her.

He will make sure no harm comes to her. Carlisle steps out of her new room. It is a bit bland but if she wanted she could decorate whenever she wanted and how she wanted.

He’ll give her what she wants. He wants to spoil her but not today. Today he needs to prepare a dress, talking to the chef for a new menu.

“Perhaps making a brisket that is too undone but not inedible for her. But perhaps have some charcuterie, homemade jam, goat cheese and some grain bread.” He mutters to himself.

Who knew it is hard to be a father to an adult woman. A confused one in fact. He holds the necklace and looks at the painting.

“I’m sure you would love this life, my love,” He said and sigh and walks away.

If those dreaded hunters didn’t do what they did, then he doesn’t know what he would do. Bite their head off, perhaps. Carlisle doesn’t want any harm done by the people around him.

Those poor vampires, they didn’t do anything wrong but try to survive. It is just survival for them, nothing more than that. They only want to live without fear. His wife was proof that humans and vampires can work together.

His wife.

His beautiful tall wife. Oh, how he wishes to see her in the new world.

A world where there are no hunters to hunt them down. For now, he has Rosaria to take care of, he’ll figure out someway later once she’s awake from slumber. Carlisle looks outside,

“Already going up huh, Hastur. Very well then,” He said to himself and started walking to his empty room, with no wife or a child of his own to sleep with.

He looks at the bassinet beside his and his late wife's bed. Let’s hope things have changed, now with Rosaria around. It is not like there are more hunters roaming around in every corner. If there were, then he should deal with them.

He does hire vampires, skilled enough to kill them, as well as having that part-time fire wielding human.

“Mortals sure have evolved over the years, haven't they?” He said and sighs.

It isn’t long for him to fall asleep, next to a blank space where his wife slept.

“Call me your father, let me be your father if you wish, you’re so young that you need guidance, even some basic etiquette as the Duke's daughter,” He said to her.

Rosaria has no words, he wants her to be his daughter? Somehow, she wants to be included in a family, like she belongs somewhere, but he said he's a Duke, meaning she'll be held up to a higher standard than what she was used to. Was she a commoner or an upperclass woman? She doesn't know that for sure. At least calling Carlisle father isn’t as bad as calling him Sire. What can she do anyway? She sighs.

“I don’t know about it, sure I’ll take that name but, everything is confusing,” She said to him.

Carlisle looks at her and puts away the tray and the bowl on the table near the bed. He brings the young woman to him and hugs her.

He was born an aristocrat, he had fledglings and has wealth to take care of them, until they are good to go and have a life. That’s how he and his wife do.

‘If only you’re here, maybe you can give her motherly love,’ Carlisle thought.

Rosaria leans closer to the older man, he feels soft. She rubs her face on his chest.

“What time is it?” She asked him. She wants to at least know the time, how long was she asleep to begin with anyway? Carlisle strokes her white hair.

He replied: “It’s midnight,” He whispers to her.

He tries to calm her down, at least trying to soothe her into the reality of her new life. Perhaps the first step is getting used to her new food. She won’t have any human food anymore, she has to get used to blood and raw meat. Luckily the chef can make it appetizing. Carlisle looks at her, she snores softly. She needs a new dress too, someone like my status so that no one can harm her.

The problem is, he doesn't have any clothes for her. Especially dresses suited to her size, but what kind would–

Carlisle frowns.

His wife only dress, sure it is taller compared to Rosaria but, that's the only dress he has.

He sighs, he has to tailor the dress, even make the color look regal.

“Oh, Scylla, please for all of Carcosa, forgive me for destroying your beautiful gown,” Carlisle mutters.

He doesn't want to destroy something that is too precious for him. It reminds him of her oh so much.

But if this is a sacrifice he has to do then so be it. He wants to love the woman, be protected, and be cherished in his household. It sounds like he is a doting father to her.

“How are you holding up? Feeling thirsty?” He said to her.

“Can you tell me my name? I don’t remember having one, or why don't I remember after being here?” She asked him. The older man sits down on the bed and holds a bowl of red liquid.

“Drink this, it’ll help replenish some of your energy my dear.” He said to her.

“My name is Carlisle Severn Nevermore,” He said to her. He sees her drinking some soup, he makes sure it is made for her to digest properly.

After all, being a newly turned vampire can be difficult to deal with. He just wants her to rest easy, not worrying about why it happens or if she wants to revert to being human again.

“You don’t remember your name, sweetheart?” He asked her,

It is an uncommon side effect for newly turned fledgling. Some would lose their reflection in an instant, some would lose their humanity all together. Then there are cases where human memories are wiped off.

Carlisle thought for a moment, and when she is in a better mind space, he’ll tell her about her human life, for now. She is just confused. She is just a child in his eyes. He doesn’t want her to suffer longer. He often wonders what his wife would do. She knows the answer since she is a dhampire. Sadly he’s alone, with only his beliefs of the King in Yellow.

“Would you want to give yourself a name? Or should I?” Carlisle asked her.

The young fledgling thought for a bit her mind is a bit foggy, but she can think straight at least.

“I’m terrible with names, even I have trouble naming animals that I see as pets,” She said to him, taking a sip of the soup. The warm food is comforting, almost like it is a taste of home, and it was made of familial love.

“I should have realized sooner that you’re a vampire, Carlisle,” She said to him.

Carlisle chuckles and slowly ruffles her snowy white hair.

“My apologies for not explaining in the first place, but if you truly want me to give you a name, I can do so if you like,” He said to her.

The woman nods. She is terrible at giving names to people or animals, let alone giving herself a name. Carlisle thought for a moment. What is a good name for her? Then he remembers. He looks at her, finishing every last drop of the soup, that he calls blood and said: “Rosaria,”

She looks at him confused,

“Rosaria?” She questioned him. Carlisle nodded and smiled.

“Why not? It is a beautiful name for you isn't it?” He said jokingly.

Rosaria can’t help but laugh a little. She finds him so silly and doting sometimes, like a father would to his small child.

“I suppose in vampire ranking, I should be calling you Sire, since I’m your fledgling aren’t I?” Rosaria questioned him.

Carlisle looks speechless, sure higher vampires should be called Sires when they have fledglings but for her, for Rosaria this is an exception.

Carlisle Nevermore is a duke, he had a wife, and now he's figuring out how to raise his newly turned vampire daughter Rosaria. His journey is stressfull as he reminisce about the days before the hunt.

Rosaria however, she tries to remember her humans days, whether she succeed or not, is up to debate.

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