Little Wolf @littlewolf1984 - Tumblr Blog

Sylus x Non MC

TW: AU, smut, penetrative sex

Warnings: This is an explicit fic. Each fic in this series will give the love interests a 'happy ending' for their 3rd myth, so if that bothers you, don't read this!

Summary: It all started with a simple dare and an accidental summoning then suddenly she’s thrown into the path of a man who calls her wife.

Word Count: 5, 984

When Night Comes - Chapter 1 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

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Link to next part at the end also...

Part 1

Shivering, I stomped my booted feet and sat down in one of the lawn chairs situated around the huge bonfire in the middle of the clearing where my brother and few of our friends from college were throwing a party.

I don’t know why throwing a party in the middle of winter a few days after a snowstorm was a good idea, but it is what it is, and I was having fun… even if I was freezing my ass off.

Reaching down I grabbed one of the blankets in the basket between the seats and wrapped it around me then sighed, burying my face in the bright blue fabric to try to warm my nose up then glanced up… the old, abandoned castle sitting about two hundred feet away at the edge of the clearing directly in my line of sight.

It was creepy as hell with its dark brick exterior, three tall spires, and the openings with shattered red stained glass that looked more like empty eye sockets than anything even remotely resembling windows.

The trees surrounding it were huge, standing at least seventy to eighty feet tall and were always barren of leaves even in the summer. A garden, or what was once a garden but was now nothing more than a bunch of dead bushes and weeds surrounded it on all sides. And there were dead vines climbing one whole side of the building up the roof and inside the hole in the top.

It looked like something out of a horror movie, and I was surprised my brother wasn’t as spooked by it as I was but instead chose to use this creepy ass place as ‘the party spot.’

Party spot my ass… more like a murder scene waiting to happen.

As if summoned by my morbid thoughts, a cold wind suddenly blew through the clearing, making me pull the blanket tighter around me and shiver involuntarily.

I heard someone walk up behind me and lifted my eyes without removing my face from the softness of the blanket as one of my friends sat down next to me. "Having fun?"

"If you call freezing my ass off in the middle of the woods 'fun' then sure, lots of fun," I replied dryly, giving Ryan a small glare as I contemplated going to sit in Jake’s car and turning the heat on until he was ready to take me back to my dorm. "The creepy ass castle doesn't help either."

"Stop being such a wuss," he laughed, reaching down and grabbing another blanket and throwing it over my head, "It's just an old building, it's not like it's going to jump out and kill you."

I huffed and pulled the blanket off my head, wincing as static electricity caused my hair to stand on end. "Well, it looks like the perfect place to get murdered," I retorted, turning my gaze to the dark castle in the distance. "How can you be so unfazed by it? I mean, look at it, it's like something out of a damn scary movie."

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Eh, it's just an old building," he said. "Been standing here for centuries. It's probably seen a lot worse than a bunch of college kids partying around a bonfire."

It probably had seen a lot worse, but that didn't make it any less creepy.

I let out a sigh and pulled the blanket tighter around me. "I just don't understand why you and Jake think having parties out here is a good idea," I grumbled. "It's freezing and we're miles away from civilization. If something happens, we're screwed."

"Nothing is going to happen," he said, rolling his eyes. "It's just a bunch of us hanging out, drinking, having fun. What could possibly go wrong?"

"Oh, I don't know, a serial killer, a wild animal attack, getting lost in the woods, getting hypothermia..." I counted out the possibilities on my fingers even though he couldn’t see them, "Need I go on?"

He chuckled softly, his breath visible in the cold air. "Relax. We've been having parties out here for years and nothing bad has ever happened."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his nonchalance. Sure, nothing bad had happened yet, but that didn't mean it couldn't happen in the future.

Suddenly, something caught my attention. A hint of movement. An anomaly. Something off in one of the broken windows on the third floor...

The laughter and conversation of our friends seemed to fade away into the background as the wind picked up at that exact moment, howling through the trees like some long-forgotten wail of the damned.

My skin prickled as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, a feeling of unease creeping into the pit of my stomach as the feeling of being watched crept up on me. "Do you feel that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ryan seemed completely oblivious to the change in the atmosphere, his expression still carefree and unbothered as he leaned back and glanced over at me. "Feel what?"

Just as I was about to respond, a loud shout of, "Hey, everyone, I have a brilliant idea!" interrupted me, echoing around the clearing and sending a flock of crows that had been in the trees into the air.

Turning, I saw Jake walking towards us, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"This should be good," Ryan rolled his eyes and chuckled, already amused by whatever my brother was plotting.

"We should go explore the castle," Jake exclaimed, stepping into the firelight and rubbing his hands together as everyone else joined us. "You know, like a dare."

I groaned. "Not this again."

Jake had a habit of daring us into doing stupid and sometimes dangerous things, like climbing the school roof in the middle of a thunderstorm or swimming in the local lake at night even though it was off limits after someone had drowned a few years back.

"Come on, it'll be fun," Jake replied with a smirk, clearly not bothered by my protest as he looked at everyone gathered around. "We can find some spooky stuff, take plenty of cool pictures. You know… for memories."

There were a few excited murmurs from our friends at the suggestion. I could see the excitement in their eyes, the sense of adventure that Jake always managed to ignite in people. I, on the other hand, was not amused. "Yeah, and we could also find ourselves cursed, haunted, or even dead," I pointed out dryly.

"Come on, Laiken, don't be a spoilsport. It'll be fun," Jake retorted, giving me his infamous 'puppy-dog pleading' look.

"Yeah, c'mon, Laiken, live a little," Ryan chimed in, adding fuel to the fire.

I sighed and looked around, seeing the hopeful and expectant looks. I was officially outvoted. "Fine, fine," I relented, my voice laced with slight resignation. "But if I die…" I pointed at my brother. "… I’m coming back to haunt you for the rest of your life."

Everyone erupted in laughter, all amused by my threat.

Jake grinned widely, clearly satisfied with my reluctant agreement. "You won't die," he assured me, giving me a wink. "I won't let anything happen to you."

"That's very comforting," I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes as I stood up and dumped the blankets in the chair.

A few minutes later I found myself walking alongside Jake and the rest of our friends, making our way towards the dark castle that loomed in the distance. It seemed more sinister than usual the closer we got, the tall spires casting eerie shadows against the starless sky.

The crunching of dead leaves and fresh snow beneath our feet echoed through the thick silence of the woods, the only other sound being the occasional hoot of an owl or rustle of a small animal in the undergrowth.

"Why do I let you talk me into these things?" I muttered, shooting my brother a glare.

He chuckled and threw an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer. "Because deep down, you love the thrill just as much as I do."

"Yeah… thrill..." I scoffed, unconvinced as I shook my head, "More like impending doom."

Our footsteps grew louder as the ground transitioned from soft dirt, leaves and snow to a cobblestone walkway leading up the tall iron gates. Everyone’s voices became more animated as they discussed what they might find in the abandoned castle, including everything from a pirate’s abandoned treasure to an old crypt with vampires and zombies. Excitement and anticipation buzzed in the air, their breaths visible in the cold air like puffs of white smoke.

The shadows seemed to deepen around us the closer we got, swallowing up the already minimal light that trickled through the trees.

Jake walked up to the gates and pushed them open. "See? Open."

I rolled my eyes, but didn't comment, my arms wrapping tighter around my body to preserve as much heat as possible. It was far too cold to be out here at this time of night, and I swore it was getting colder the closer we got.

"After you," Jake grinned, gesturing for me to go first. "Ladies first."

"Funny," I retorted, giving him an annoyed look before reluctantly walking through the open gates into the courtyard.

The area was creepy with overgrown weeds and vines crawling up the castle walls like gnarled tendrils. The air was thick and heavy with a strange, almost palpable wrongness.

A shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with the cold. I could feel it, deep in my bones... we weren't alone. Suddenly, something moved off to the left in the trees near the stone fence. Something... no, someone, moving in the dark. A dark figure, too far away for me to see their face. A chill ran up my spine as I turned. "Did you guys see that?" I asked the others.

"See what?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow.

I looked back towards the corner where I had seen the figure, but all I could see was darkness and shadows. "I saw... someone… or something moving in the trees by the wall."

It was probably just an animal, a deer or something. But still, that uneasy feeling wouldn't go away, that sense that something was… off.

"You're probably just seeing things," Kyle, a red-haired engineering student, said with a scoff. "We're in the middle of nowhere. There's no one out here but us. Hasn’t been in a long time."

"Maybe…" I said softly, but the feeling never left.

As we stepped further into the courtyard, the silence around us deepened, like stepping through the gates had created a bubble off some kind that blocked out all other sounds. The only thing I could hear was the occasional crunch of snow underfoot and our own breathing… there were no insects calls, no bird calls… nothing.

"This is so creepy," one of the girls, Emily, whispered. "I'm starting to regret coming here."

Suddenly, a howl pierced the night air through the trees, the sound echoing like a death knell. Everyone froze. It didn’t sound like any animal I was familiar with. It was almost... human-like, but it was too distorted and eerie to be anything natural. It sent chills down my spine and goosebumps prickled across my skin.

"What the hell was that?" Ryan asked, his voice strained.

"Probably just some wolves," Jake said, trying to sound casual but even he seemed a little unnerved. "Let’s… let’s just go inside."

Another cold breeze swept through the courtyard, sending leaves and snow swirling around us. The howl echoed again, closer this time, the eerie, twisted sound almost like... laughter.

I looked over at Jake. "Are you sure this is just wolves?"

He didn't answer right away, eyes scanning the darkened tree line. "It…it has to be," he replied, though he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than me. Shaking his head, he quickly led the way towards the heavy wooden doors, their wood warped and rotting from the elements and lack of maintenance. The door was slightly ajar, and the hinges creaked loudly as it was pushed open, protesting slightly before giving way completely.

We all quickly stepped inside and looked around. It was just as creepy as the outside, if not more so with a thick layer of dust on everything, the air was stale and musty. Moonlight filtered through the broken window casements, casting eerie shadows that danced across the stone floor.

Jake pulled out a flashlight and shone it around, the beam of light illuminating the room. "Well, this is... charming," he said sarcastically, his voice echoing in the cavernous space.

Ryan coughed, waving his hand in front of his face to dissipate the dust kicked up by our footsteps. "Charming isn't the word I would use. 'Creepy AF' is a bit more fitting."

"This is so creepy and… gross," Emily whimpered, clinging to Kyle’s arm.

Jake chuckled softly. "Relax, Em. It's just old and abandoned. Nothing's gonna hurt you."

"You say that now, but you'll be the first to scream like a girl when something jumps out at us," Ryan teased then grunted when Jake punched him in the arm.

"This place is giving me the creeps," I murmured as my eyes darted around the room. There was no leftover furniture or any other obvious signs of life or even the former inhabitants of the place. It was like whoever had last lived here had taken everything with them when they left and never came back.

The feeling of being watched, of not being alone grew stronger. I could feel eyes on me, like dozens of invisible hands reaching out trying to draw me away from the group and deeper into the huge castle. I tried to shake off the feeling, telling myself it was just our surroundings and not a ghost or something trying to kidnap me and take me to their realm.

Everyone started to spread out, their flashlights illuminating the dimly lit room as they explored the area. Jake and Ryan were the first to head up the stairs, their footsteps echoing loudly against the stone stairwell.

"Don't get lost," I called after them, my voice echoing off the walls.

Jake chuckled, his voice barely heard over his steps. "We'll be fine, worrywart."

I rolled my eyes, letting out a soft sigh. Knowing those two, they were probably going to do something reckless and end up blowing up the castle with us still inside it.

The others slowly followed them, their voices fading into the distance as they split up, searching for anything interesting.

Deciding I needed a break from the eerie feeling that seemed to follow me, I stayed behind, making my way to one of the broken windows. I took a deep breath, relishing the way the cool air filled my lungs as I repeated the same thing over and over in my head… Just a castle. Nothing more. The only thing lurking here were mice and maybe some bats.

But the feeling of being watched only grew stronger as I stood there, my breath visible in the cold air. I heard something moving behind me and spun around, heart racing as my gaze darted around… but again there was nothing there, just more darkness and shadows.

"Calm down," I muttered to myself, trying to steady my breathing as I rubbed my arms to chase away the sudden chill. "It's just your imagination. There's nothing here."

But again… the feeling didn't go away. It was like an itch I couldn't scratch, the sensation of unseen eyes on me sending tingles down my spine.

Jake and Ryan's voices suddenly echoed from upstairs, their laughter and banter cutting through the tense atmosphere followed by Emily letting out a shriek and then cursing Kyle while he laughed at whatever had happened.

Despite the noise from upstairs, the silence in the room where I was felt heavy and oppressive, like a shroud. It was as if the entire castle were holding its breath, waiting... but for what, I wasn't sure.

I pulled my coat tighter around my body, trying to chase away the sense of dread that was steadily growing as I moved towards the staircase. As soon as I put my foot on the bottom stair, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew through the room, causing me to shiver. The drop in temperature was more noticeable than it had been outside… almost as if someone had opened a freezer door. "What the hell..." I murmured as the hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

Another gust, stronger this time, blew through the room and with it I heard laughter… deep, melodic laughter, echoing off the walls in an unsettling way that made my heart pound in my chest. I couldn't tell where it was coming from, because it seemed to come from multiple directions.

I took a step back, my eyes darting, searching for the source but again there was nothing there, just darkness and empty space. "Jake?" I called out, my voice wavering as I was met with complete silence.

The laughter echoed again, almost mockingly, this time seeming to come from a hallway to my right… like it was teasing me, taunting me to follow it.

"Jake... Ryan?" I called out again, hoping to hear their voices or the sound of footsteps but there was no reply, only more of that eerie laughter that was starting to grate on my nerves.

I took another step back, turning towards the hallway. Every instinct told me to run, to go find my brother and the others, leave and never return. I was just about to turn and go do what my instincts were telling me when curiosity got the better of me, and I slowly made my way towards the dark corridor. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," I muttered, mentally scolding myself.

The hallway was pitch black, the moonlight from the few windows on the ground floor barely reaching to the end of the hall. My hand found the wall, fingers tracing the cold, rough stone as I made my way forward. The shadows deepened the further I moved… as if the darkness was alive, creeping towards me like a predator stalking its prey. The laughter grew more distinct, more human and male the deeper I went. The laughter sounded almost... familiar for some reason.

I came to the end of the hallway and reached out, fumbling along the cold stone wall, my heart now pounding in my ears, the adrenaline rushing through my veins. My fingers touched something... solid wood then a door handle. I took a moment to collect myself before slowly twisting, but it refused to budge. Locked. "Of course it's locked, of course," I grumbled to myself.

Just as I was about to turn and head back into the main room, I heard a whisper. A whisper that sent ice down my spine and caused goosebumps to erupt across my skin again but not with cold this time. The sound was faint, like a whisper on the wind, but clear enough that I could understand. "Come…"

The word was… soft, almost gentle, but there was more than just a voice saying a word... like an echo or something else almost, an undertone.

I knew how stupid it was to go further... how dangerous it might be but despite the uneasiness I was feeling my curiosity overcame my better judgment once again.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I grabbed the handle again, and slowly pushed. To my surprise, the door creaked, the heavy wood groaning as the latch gave way this time. The door opened with a soft, almost eerie, groan of old, rotting wood and hinges, and as it did a wave of musty air, tinged with the scent of old, forgotten things hit me, making me wrinkle my nose.

Tentatively, I stepped inside, eyes straining to see in the darkness… moonlight from windows high above casting faint pools of greyish white light across the room. The room was larger than it seemed, and it was too dark to get a good look around, but I could see several box-like shapes scattered around the room.

As I took another step forward to try and get a look at what they were, I suddenly found myself stumbling, my foot hitting something solid and then slipping forward from underneath me. With a soft curse, I staggered forward, arms pinwheeling to try and regain my balance. My other foot caught on something, and I was sent sprawling forward, arms thrown out to try and prevent me from face planting on the floor.

But I still hit the ground even with all my efforts, the impact knocking the air out of my lungs. For a moment, I just lay there, trying to catch my breath before slowly sitting up. I cursed under my breath, wincing in pain as I lifted my hands up to inspect them. There was blood on both of my palms from where I had scraped them across the rough stone floor underneath me.

Great… just great…

I slowly got to my feet, wincing as the pain in my hands throbbed in time with my racing heart and wiped my palms on my jeans, leaving faint stains behind. "Damn it…" I grumbled, looking around.

My eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness so I could make out the shapes of the objects around me. They were large, rectangular... boxes. As I approached, I realized they were... coffins.

I had somehow stumbled my way into a crypt.

The moonlight filtering through the high windows did little to penetrate the shadowy space between the coffins, the pale light casting eerie shadows on the walls, like dark fingers reaching out to grasp at me.

Slowly… cautiously this time, I moved forward, my footsteps echoing like thunder.

The coffins seemed ancient, their stone surfaces dark and covered in a thick layer of dust. The names and dates of the deceased were too faded to read, the carvings on the stone too old and eroded to decipher.

My hand hovered over the nearest one, my bloody fingertips barely brushing the lid. It was cold and smooth under my skin.

A loud bang startled me from the other side of the room, and I nearly jumped out of my skin at the unexpected noise. "What the-"

Another bang followed by the sound of something heavy dropping and glass shattering.

My eyes darted wildly around the room, trying to find the source as my mind raced with worst case scenarios... had someone found their way into the crypt? Or something worse?

Another bang, this time closer and behind me.

A cold chill ran down my spine, my heart racing so hard that it felt like it was trying to break out of my chest as a sense of panic and fear grew in the pit of my stomach.

I wanted to run, to turn around and get out of there as fast as I could, but I found myself frozen, rooted in place, unable to move. My mind was racing, thoughts of monsters, ghosts, and all sorts of horrors swirling through my mind.

Suddenly, a voice shattered the tense silence, breaking through my panicked thoughts. "My darling wife…" The voice was smooth and melodic, deep and male, yet…wrong in ways that my brain couldn't comprehend. It echoed eerily in the crypt, sending chills down my spine.

I took a step back, my back colliding with the box lid behind me. "Who's there?" I called, my voice cracking embarrassingly.

The air seemed to grow colder, the shadows in the corners of the room seemed to deepen, as if the darkness itself was alive and watching me but there was no response, no movement.

My fingers gripped the edge of the stone box behind me, nails digging into the edge, as I tried to calm my racing heart and shaking knees. It was just an abandoned crypt; there was nothing here... right?

For a moment, there was just the silence that seemed to last an eternity then, another sound, this time a soft, almost imperceptible rustling sound, like fabric sliding against fabric… and then I saw it. The faintest movement, the hint of something… no, not something, someone shifting in the shadows near one of the coffins on the far right wall.

Without a second thought, I took off towards the door as fast as I could only to let out a startled shout when I tripped and landed on my hands and knees in the middle of the room.

As soon as my bloody hands made contact with the stone floor bright red light flashed in followed by a loud whooshing sound. The light was almost blinding in the darkness, the sudden change jarring. I stayed where I was for a moment, stunned and confused, blinking my eyes rapidly to clear my vision.

Then suddenly… the room was filled with a sweet, heavy scent. It was sharp and familiar, almost like incense but... stronger, richer, more intoxicating. It was like nothing I had ever smelled before, and it was... overwhelming. Then that laughter again, closer this time… not an echo or distorted but right in the room with me.

I didn't have the chance to react, or even get to my feet, before something wrapped around my waist and yanked me backwards. A strangled yelp left my lips as I was lifted off the floor, my back slamming into the solid chest behind me, holding me tightly in place. Then lips were at my ear and a silky voice whispered, "Welcome home, wife."

After that… my world went black.

§

I don’t know how much time had passed when I began to stir.

The first thing I became aware of was a steady, rhythmic thumping sound - like the beat of a heart… or a pulse. The sound was slow and measured, like a countdown or a metronome.

As I slowly became aware of my other senses, I found my head was pounding, like I had a massive headache, and my mouth was dry as a desert. For a moment, I was confused, my mind fuzzy and disoriented as I tried to make sense of my surroundings and figure out what was going on. But then, a soft, rich, and oddly familiar scent filled my nose, causing me to inhale sharply.

I tried to lift my hand to rub my temple, but something was holding my wrists in place, preventing me from moving them.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, trying to focus but everything seemed… fuzzy, a blur.

I could tell I was… lying down… on a bed, I realized… luxurious, soft and the most comfortable I had ever felt. The pillows were soft, the blankets and sheets were silky… before I could ponder how I had gotten here, the realization that my wrists were restrained, my neck hurt and all I was wearing was my underwear and a long-sleeved T-shirt… hit me.

My eyes widened in shock, horror and confusion washing over me like a cold wave.

Had I been kidnapped?

I tried to move, tried to pull my wrists from the restraints, but they remained tightly bound. Panic began to rise in my chest but before I could fully spiral, someone spoke from somewhere off to my left. "You are finally awake, wife."

I stiffened at the sound of that rich, velvety voice. "Wha… what's going on… I-"

I was cut off as a large, warm hand touched my hair, gently smoothing it away from my face. "Shhh," the voice said softly, "Don't try to sit up yet. You're still weak."

My eyes widened as he spoke… there was something about that voice that was so oddly… familiar. I tried to turn my head to see whoever it was, but the hand in my hair moved to my chin, gently holding it in place so all I could see was the vague shapes of the canopy above the bed and flickering light from somewhere in the room.

"Who… who are you?" I managed to croak out, my voice coming out rough and hoarse.

There was a soft, amused huff. "Do you not recognize me? I'm hurt."

I shook my head, confusion and frustration building. "No... I-I don't know you."

He chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich and like the warmth from a candle in the dark. "Of course you don't," he murmured, his thumb brushing across my jaw in a gentle way that sent a shiver down my spine. "Your memories haven't returned yet… but they will."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I protested, pulling against the restraints again as desperation and fear started to take over.

His grip on my chin tightened, keeping me in place, his fingers warm and calloused against my skin. "It's alright, my love," he reassured. "I understand your confusion. Your memories have been… clouded. But they will return soon enough."

The way he talked, with such familiarity and ease, it was like he knew me intimately. The nickname, 'love' it had an affectionate lilt to it like he had called me that for years. I didn’t understand… who he was, what he wanted.

"Let me go…" I pleaded in a shaky voice. "Please…"

"I cannot do that, wife. You are mine and I will not let you go. Not this time."

Those words sent a wave of uneasiness through me, the possessiveness in his tone enough to set off alarm bells in my mind. I pulled against the restraints harder, a whimper of frustration escaping my lips. "Let me go!" I repeated, my voice louder, fear turning into anger.

He chuckled again, the sound like a velvet caress as he leaned closer, his breath hot against my skin. "I have always loved it when you're feisty," he murmured, the tone teasing. "Though I would prefer it if you were a little less… defiant for now." His fingers traced a path down my throat, and I hissed when his fingers grazed over a sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. He hummed, his voice dropping to a low, silken whisper, "I apologize, my beloved. I went a little… overboard when I fed from you."

"Fed from me?" I repeated, confused. "What... what do you-?"

I was cut off when one of his fingers traced my collarbone, the touch light. "Don't worry, my love," he murmured, his tone almost teasing. "You will be alright. You just need some rest."

I inhaled sharply as the sudden realization of what he meant hit me. "You... you bit me…"

He chuckled again, and I could almost picture the wicked smile on his face. "I did. I couldn't help myself when I smelt the blood on your hands." He growled softly as if remembering then shifted on the bed so he was closer yet still not allowing me to see his face. "The taste of your blood, it's like nothing I've ever tasted before. Sweet, intoxicating... addictive."

"You… bit me?" I repeated. "You’re a… vampire?"

He made a scoffing sound as if he was offended, "I am not a vampire… I am a fiend."

I sucked in a sharp breath, the fear and confusion growing stronger. "A… fiend?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "No… no, that's not… it can't be… that's just a story…"

He chuckled again, the sound dark and amused as he moved, his face a few inches from mine but still shrouded in shadows. Then he leaned down, his nose brushing against my neck making me shiver. "Oh, my love," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot. "We are very real." He inhaled deeply, his nose trailing along my neck as he took in my scent. "Your fear, it's like a drug to me. It makes your blood sweeter, more… enticing."

I shuddered, fear and panic now warring with anger. "Are you…" I began, trying to sound firm despite the shakiness of my voice. "… just going to keep me here as your blood bank?"

There was silence for a moment then, "Your blood is a delicacy I would be a fool not to enjoy. But you… you are far more valuable to me than just a… blood bag."

I swallowed, my throat dry, fear still making my heart beat a frantic rhythm in my chest. "What do you mean…?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "What do you want from me?"

"Everything." He replied simply, but that one word, said with such certainty sent a shiver down my spine. "I want your body…"

I gasped when I felt a sharp pair of fangs scrap against my skin. "I want your mind…"

He nicked my skin and I felt a small trickle of blood. "I want your soul…"

"No, no, no…" I choked out as his tongue licked up the blood. "You can't..."

He hummed against my throat. "Oh, wife… I will have all of you. We are bound and there will be no escaping me."

The room was silent save for the steady, rhythmic thumping of his heart and the soft, ragged breaths that left my mouth. It was as if in the stillness of the moment, the world had slowed to a standstill, leaving only the two of us... and the chilling realization of what those words meant.

"Bound?" I finally managed to croak out. "What… what do you mean... bound?"

"You truly don't remember," he said, his voice laced with what almost sounded like... affection. "You summoned me, my love, and that means we are bound. You can’t leave my side."

I pulled against the restraints again. "Summoned you?!" I repeated, my voice shrill. "I... that's not possible. I didn't-"

His hands found mine, his thumbs gently running over the skin of my wrists in a soothing gesture. "Oh, you did, my love," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, as if he was talking to a frightened bird. "You used your blood on the circle in the crypt and now I am here, I am yours and you are mine."

I shivered at the possessiveness in his voice, the realization finally sinking in that the red light and the whooshing sound must have been when I had unintentionally summoned him and now I was stuck… stuck here with him and I didn’t know what to do. "You mean... you won't let me go? Never?" I asked, my voice cracking.

He leaned in, his voice a low hum in my ear making me shiver again. "Never," he whispered, the word leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin. "You belong to me now, my dearest wife... and I have no intention of letting you go."

After that, a long silence fell over the room. He inhaled deeply once more, taking in the scent of my fear and blood before he sighed against my skin, a satisfied hum escaping his lips. "Sleep, my sweet," he murmured, his voice commanding yet soothing. "You need to rest. You've lost blood and you'll need it to recover."

"No…" I protested weakly. "I'm… I'm not tired…"

"Your body says different," he said, one of his hands beginning to stroke my hair again. "I can feel your fatigue. Your heart rate is slowing, and your breathing is becoming shallower. You're on the verge of passing out. Sleep… we will talk more when you wake."

The gentle caresses made my eyelids flutter, the soft, rhythmic motion and the thumping of his heart sending a wave of sleepiness through me. I wanted to argue, to insist I wasn't tired, but the fight was slowly leaving me, and I found myself growing drowsy.

"Stop…" I managed to mumble weakly but even to my ears, my protest lacked any strength.

Then… darkness.

Part 2

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