Victoria Frankenstein x Turned Vampire! Reader REUPLOAD || Mainly took this off cause I had a Vampire! Victoria coming underway but now I realize how silly that was thank god I saved it. 
Summary: you and Victoria were college friends that were reunited due to an attack
Relationship/Story ’Headcanons’ -> Romantic Fluff, Angst and Sensual/very Spicy themes
Warnings: Only mention of a vampire attack, possible signs of a panic attack, crying, blood, vampire feeding, Victoria is a beige flag, talk of toxic traits, mention of fighting, yelling, talk of nicknames + scent, swearing, begging, moaning, & mentioned shortness of breath
• You meet Victoria back when you were human.
• You were lab partners back in College for medical and you liked it at first sight: her ice cold demeanor, carrying herself with so much professionalism it was almost terrifying to approach her. But that was the appeal to you, She was just so… mysterious.
• As you guys work together, you were able to crack her case and she was nothing like her resting face. She was nice and friendly, often engaging with polite conversations while you worked.
• You got to know she was passionate and had her own interpretations and ideas for human body, even so far as the boundaries of life. Even as far as the experience of the supernatural.
• Which is to be expected. She’s Frankenstein after all— well more so claims but you had no reason not to believe her. Besides, the way she phrased her words made you want to climb a mountain. Even if you didn’t personally agree on everything she says, but that all part of the human mind.
• You couldn’t help but admire her, falling deeper into this hole called a ‘crush’. Eventually you gather the guts you ask you out and surprisingly, despite being a professional woman: she said yes.
“Of course! Any woman of science is a friend of mine. Besides, you can finally help me know what you’re thinking instead trying to channel into me by staring.” She called you out, muffling a laugh when your face turned different shades of red.
• You too hit off ever since, finding time together in and out school by coffee shops, late night food hunts, crashing into either ones dorm room, library, lunch, and the very rare occasion: history museums. You guys were practically like glue despite your careers getting in front of both of you after graduation. Making your built up relationship, distant.
• You were a doctor a your local hospital, while Victoria was out State. In her great-great grandfather manor— castle? You didn’t know. She’s mentioned it, many times before and with such busy lives communication was cut lack however both of you tried to make do with posted notes and voice mails.
• God, through how you missed actually talking to her. Getting to hear about her wild ideas, theories, her thought out comebacks. You missed her smile, her face, yet it was impossible for both your ends. Especially hers. The absence broke your heart, it also made you yearn. Because after being away for so long, you still loved her being friends and continuing to talk even after everything you still haven’t told her how you felt and you had no idea how she felt back. However either way, you couldn’t do that to her. To yourself. It wouldn’t be fair but you also couldn’t stand to lose her. So you’ll make do, you guess but how far will this go?
• On your way home one night on a red moon, you were getting fixed to send Victoria another voice mail you stepped out of your car and then..
• in an instant, everything turned black.
• To this date, you don’t know how it happened. All you remember is getting out of your car, once you reached home and then waking up in an alleyway. With your neck covered in your own blood.
• Your ears were ringing, everything was loud, all of your senses were so overwhelming, and your throat inched and watered for something dark and thick. You emptied out your fridge and pantry to satisfy your craving but not worked. Any nutrients you swallowed down came right but up. You couldn’t sleep, light was too much. You thought maybe you were dying, that you have succumb to your injuries however one look in the mirror told you were too late.
• Eyes were red, skin was pale and teeth were razor sharp. A light poke stained at the touch.
• “No it can’t be… I’m not..”
• Yet, you were, and you had no one to turn too. Except for one person.
• You called, leaving Victoria a voice mail in desperation. You were petrified however there was no better option. You knew you couldn’t keep yourself isolated. You couldn’t restrain, you felt it in your chest, in your bones. You needed help, and she was the only one that could. The only doctor that can and would treat you.
“I’m here, I came as fast as I could. Where are you?” You heard her muffled voice calling your name through the walls, her smell stronger.
“Right here..” you called weakly. Wrapped in a blanket to bond yourself.
Your bedroom door creaking open sounded like both a saving grace and awaiting torment. Instinctively, you pushed back on the sheets. Her smell suffocated you, and you could hear her racing heart in a distance. She took one step forward and you nearly screamed.
“No-no-no— don’t come any closer— stay away!” You shaped curling into a ball.
“I don’t want to hurt you… please just..” You gulped, turning your face away to maintain yourself.
“It’s okay… it’s okay.” Victoria reassured, her voice gentle and inviting. Sounding as calm as possible to soothe your fears. You looked at her back, to have her know she has your attention.
“I have something that’ll help. Now, I’m gonna to step in and place it on the bed. Okay?” She spoke softly, taking careful steps to be keep you unalarmed.
You felt a the weight of a small duffel bag dip on your mattress, along with a small sound of glass clinking like making a toast. Looking inside the creek open zipper, you found two jars filled to the brim with thick red liquid.
“Is this..?” You mumbled, rather a stupid question but Victoria nodded.
She didn’t mentioned where it came from, who or what gave it. You didn’t care, your selfish desperate desires took over and before you knew it you chugging the crimson like it was water. You let out a muffled groan when it touched your tongue, satisfying that itch in your throat and pain in your stomach. Slowly, you felt your strength rebuilding: your senses calmed, the noise lowered and the tension became less. It was like you can finally breathe.
“Thank you..” You said to Victoria, who stood behind the line of your door frame as you caught your breath.
“Guess I can’t deny it, huh?” You said after a beat.
“I’m.. really am a… vampire.” You choked in a broken sob.
Victoria flinched to your small cries, nerves calling to give a comforting touch; she awaited your permission and similar to a wounded child you melted into her. She ran her fingers through your hair while you muffled your tears to her shoulder. Her another arm rubbed your back as her head rested on yours. You were almost pulled into lap on the bed as you shake and gripped onto your black leather clothing, trying to match your huffs and puffs to the pattern of her touch. Feeling comfortable to let out worries pacing in your mind.
“What am I going to do Victoria!? My life is over!” You cried on her.
“I can’t go back my job.. all those years: studying, those long ass nights, to bring my passion and effort to improving lives just thrown right out the window!” You yelled in agony and that was only time she shushed you, to bring you back into that comforting calm.
“Shh.. dear, Remember, deep breaths.” She whispered with care, the nickname taking your mind a different direction— possibly as intended.
You listened, focusing on your rather small breaths since you’re apart of undead now. It also helped that you payed attention to Victoria’s too. Resting your head on her chest, the tiny expansion of her lungs that expended her shoulders made it feel like a weighted pillow. You listened to the warm blood that pumped in her veins that was more soothing then tempting now. Her fingers made their way to scalp, scratching and soothing the crushing change. It let out loose tears ran down your cheeks as you squeeze more into her. As if you were terrified of letting go.
“I just wanna leave..” You whispered after a beat of silence.
“I wanna go with you. Wherever it is, I wanna go.” You said, almost desperately and you can feel the shift in her bloodstream, heartbeat skipping a small beat.
• Victoria was very hesitant at first, moving you in to Darkmoor, in the manor. The possibility of you finding the catacombs, find out what she was really researching. Her true ambitions.
• But your first few weeks was getting used to your vampire life. Victoria took care of you for in those weeks and kept a very close eye on you. Because of her: blood supply was always stocked up and labeled, she kept you updated on what to possibly expect. Telling you about the abilities of shifting into a bat and the common powers/advantages of being a vampire.
“How do you know all this?” You remember questioning.
“Darkmoor is full of them, I’ve been studying them for a while but every effect is different on each vampire.” She said, again you were inclined to believe her.
• Victoria would check in on you periodically, in breaks between experiments and or research. The times she was way too busy is when her even more mad assistant Ygor, comes knocking at your door. He was an interesting one to you to say the least; and it did took you a while to get used to him. But he was bubbly. For the most part.
• You and Victoria did get much closer during this time though. You got your wish of you wanted even if it came with a really harsh price, but you actually talk to her, to spend more time with her. Despite with the conversations starting a “How are you feeling?” There were many times you had to ensure her that you feeling better than before. That you were content with the blood she provides and transition.
• You talked about it, however eventually you blink out of the conversation. Victoria really hasn’t changed since you saw her after college. Well.. she has, but she was the still same head strong passionate beautiful woman you fell— and still are in love with.
You both were on guest room bed— our bedroom, and Victoria was in her lab gear, strong black leather that hugged her waist and covered her skin. Her hair tied up into a low bun, strains of it poking out over her ears while she reference her notes. All you did was stare at her. You barely listened to a word she said, you just sat cross sited on the much more comfortable mattress. Head hanging low, blood rushing to your cold cheek, heart catching a beat while your mouth watered not for her blood but her lips. That curve her words and sentences that put a spark in you, that shaped so perfectly on her face. You didn’t realize you were staring at them until you heard her calling your name while you were trapped in the daze, snapping your attention back to her.
“Y-yes?” You said, your voice cracking.
“Did you even listen to a word I said?” She asked teasingly, almost like she was mocking an uptight professor.
“Really? So you paying is just staring at my lips.” She challenged.
She saw through you like glass. You couldn’t make an excuse, dish up a lie. You didn’t know how anymore and frankly; you didn’t want to. Every inch of your body was telling you to just come out and say. To say what cause such haunting ache in your chest, why you cherished every little thing she gave you, each word, call and card.
Victoria seemed.. stunned but it was like she was given news that she has always been aware of in the back of her mind just believed it could never be approached or said. The slight puzzling in her face was scaring you however she wasn’t looking around like she finding words or excuses she just paused for a second.
“I never thought you would say it.” She said after a beat.
“What!?” You whispered-yelled shocked and somewhat offended: she knew all this time.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” You demanded.
“Both you and I were studying to be in the medical field, we both knew this would only last for so long, I mean it’s a miracle that we’re talking right now!” Victoria explained, somewhat defensive but logical, you knew she wasn’t wrong.
“Besides, what—“ Victoria paused for a second watching her words.
“This place, my job. I didn’t want you in-rope in that. You deserve a normal life.” She spoke with care and sincerity, her hands sliding over to find yours. Her warm fingers defrosting your icy ones.
“I like you too, always have.”
You felt a soft warmth in your cold body, your undead heart making a flutter. Slowly the two of you began to close the now small gap in between you. Her plump lips pressing a feather touch on yours. You sang on her lips, melting into them as she cup your cheek. Pulling you closer. Your head was fuzzy, like you all the way up in cloud nine as if her lips were like drugs— they practically were. Craving more you licked her lips, accidentally biting down that caused Victoria pulled back.
“Ow!” Victoria hissed holding her mouth.
• There was a rocky start onto dating Victoria.
• She loves you, she’s show it. She’s saids it. You have no doubt in your mind; but you knew she wasn’t a good person.
• You figured out what she was hiding in the catacombs. Something that was bound to happen regardless. You weren’t upset what she was studying but more so that she never told you, that she actively kept it from you.
• Victoria can be very secretive, whenever she felt the need to be. It was fine back you first met her however the you were dating now so it brother you that she hid a lot of things from you. Which carries on her trait on being protective or so she saids.
• It blossom a handful of arguments between you too.
• There were times where she snaps, for numerous of reasons. Rather it was her pestering her, Ygor getting on her nerves or her research stressing her out.
• Whenever she does loses it. It’s scary, she yells, she threatens, even laughs because she was fuming so much.
• Occasionally, she pulls that silent-serial killer- mom look. Works on Ygor but not on you.
• However she never, not once raised a hand towards you.
• You learned to patient with her, as she was patient with you. She learned to trust you, really trust you— not to say she hasn’t before. She wouldn’t be dating you otherwise.
• With this new found trust she allowed her monster to finally meet you and boy oh boy he was huge in stature and strength. He scared the shit of you for while especially since he didn’t trust you because you were a Vampire like the one in the chambers. Thankfully you and Victoria proved to him as trustworthy.
• “Vampire friend.” He would call you to remind himself and you. (Awww)
• By the way a fun fact, not only were you one of her first friends but you also count as her relationship.
• Like as said, a woman of profession.
• As months went by you two had grown. Victoria began to tell you anything that’s on her mind, even if it’s just a Victoria shower thought.
“If ants can practically turn into zombies because of fungus, do you think it could also affect humans? I’mma write that down.”
• You become that little bat on her shoulder— or more so in her lab pocket.
• Just imagine how cute that would be, just Victoria having her vampire girlfriend just rest in her pocket while she works (😭)
• The creature also liked seeing you down there too along with Ygor.
• Even though there were times he mistaken you for one of the many bats that were in the chambers.
• “Dr. Victoria! One got out!”
• you don’t blame him if you were honest.
• You would assist Victoria in her studies but her second opinion, moral guide— because good god she needs one, and personal care reminder.
• Victoria knows how to take care of yourself, she not the type to forget however she is the type to lose the hours and pull several all nighters.
• Ygor would say before you, she would constantly fell asleep in the lab.
• Of course that changed with practically dragging her out of her studies.
• She would swear she not tired whatsoever, completely, and utterly awake. Meanwhile she’s trying to fight the sleep on her eyes.
• What would always send her right off is running your fingers through her hair.
• Actually any gentle touch from you is enough to release any tension in her.
• She would get so soft too and it made you feel so special whenever she did. Because she wasn’t like that around anyone else.
You’ll have her right there, resting her head on your lap while she was on the edge of sleep after she argued moments ago that she was fully awake. Her hair would be down as you ran your fingers through it. It’s soft, like silk, soothing to the touch. You can feel her breath slow and mumble, with her breath as steady as the cold wind. You would scratch her back through the gaps of her hand and you could literally see her shoulders loosen.
“My love..” she would whisper so gently, as she uses the last bit of her strength to hold you closer.
• She now refuses to sleep if you’re not cuddled up next to her.
• Don’t tell anyone though, she will kill you.
• Victoria is not usually one for pet names but she does enjoy calling you “love” and sometimes “dear/darling” just to get you. She almost never use “baby/babe” though.
• With all the time you’ve known Victoria, all the traits you’ve seen when you meet her were always there: just more open and honest but one trait that you came to learn of is that she is an absolute freak in the sheets.
• She would the last person you would think would be that but you can’t say you’re too surprised.
• It started with the discussion of feeding from her.
• She was hesitant at first, almost looked scared so you dropped it immediately.
• But one night, as you guys are having an intense making out session she pulls away in a heavy pant while her ungloved hands stayed glued to your face.
• Her hands were slender and warm against you, her skin would be soft to the touch but her palms were rough and felt strong against your cheek.
“Is that an insult or…?” You asked, confused in a dazed.
“No, bite me.” She rephrased with a suggestive grin.
“I wanna know how it feels like.” She whispered on your skin as her lips scattered all over you like she was trying to encourage.
You repositioned yourself to give her request, setting herself on top of her. Locking her hips with your legs, tilting her head to expose her neck, she wasn’t wearing her usual lab clothes so it created easier space for you as you allowed yourself to engulfed in her smell.
• Victoria always had this strong coffee scent from her. She also had an essence of rainy mist like that smell that you get before a thunderstorm.
• But you can taste the warm blood under her skin, the increase in her heartbeat while you felt her squirm slightly under you.
• Victoria is type of person to swear she’s a dom, looks a dom however whimpers whenever you kiss that spot on her neck, melts into a puddle whenever you touch her and is currently allowing you to be on top of you.
• She’s a common switch but dom is NOT her default.
• When you bite into her neck you groaned, her blood isn’t sweet but it’s intoxicating, burning with passion that set fire to your tongue and sent pleasant shivers down your spine. Almost like rich coffee.
• Victoria let out a sharp hiss from your piercing fangs, but they her voice was quick to fade into moans. Her moans were very contained for the most part, given that the space she lives in. They’re never too loud orn too quiet. If they do get too loud, she’ll shift them in your ear to bite her lips or your neck/shoulder. Too quiet was something for you to deal with.
“Fuck..” she breathed, when you pulled to catch yours.
“That was.. we need to do that more often..” she smiled with satisfaction.
“Oh? The all smart powerful Victoria Frankenstein loves getting her blood sucked?” You teased her on a challenging tone as you moved back down on her lips.
“Watch it.” She warned with a sinister smile.
• Victoria has asked you to reenact some scenes from “Carmilla” after that.
• You’ll always take the opportunity to poke at her ego, rather it’s praising or making fun cause her god complex is not something to be left alone.
• It’s far way too entertaining to you.
• Threats and pokes such became a way for you two to flirt, definitely not something you would’ve done before but she put that spark in you. Just like when you put that spark in her.
• “All monsters will bow to the name: Frankenstein!”
• “I was inside of you this morning.”
• that was your relationship summed up.
• Your relationship is questionable to the public eye. Complex and full of tension but you loved her like she loved you and you’ll die for her all the same like she would probably for you.
• Just don’t ask her to choose between you and her admissions.
