II. Count Fagula ✶⋆.˚
(Vampire au) Caitlyn Kiramman x F! Reader
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The note felt heavier in your hands than it should have. You traced over the elegant signature with your fingertips, your heart still pounding. Caitlyn Kiramman. A vampire—no, the vampire—who had kissed you and let you go. But why? If she had known who you were all along, why hadn’t she turned you in? Why had she… touched you the way she did? It didn't make sense. Vampires weren’t known for their mercy or their restraint. They took what they wanted, and you were only human.
You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. Maybe it was some elaborate game. Maybe she was toying with you, enjoying the thrill of watching a human squirm under her gaze. But then why did her kiss still linger on your lips? Why did your skin still burn where her hands had held you? Why couldn’t you stop thinking about her?
With one last glance at the note, you tucked it into your coat pocket and started the car. You needed to leave before your curiosity got the best of you—before you found yourself seeking her out, hoping for a repeat of that strange, intoxicating encounter.
The days that followed felt strangely… empty. The memory of the masquerade haunted you, and despite your best efforts, you found yourself unable to focus on your report. The words on your screen blurred together, none of them feeling right. How could you write about the danger of vampires when all you could think about was her? Her eyes, her smile, the way she moved like she was part of the night itself. How could you write about something so cold, when what you felt for her was so… warm?
And then, just when you started to convince yourself that it had all been a fleeting encounter—that she had likely forgotten all about you—she found you first.
It was late one evening when you heard the knock. A single, deliberate rap against your window.
You nearly dropped your tea. Your apartment was on the third floor.
Heart hammering, you turned slowly, your breath catching in your throat. And there she was. Caitlyn Kiramman, perched gracefully on your windowsill as if gravity meant nothing to her. Her cloak barely moved in the night breeze, and her piercing blue eyes gleamed under the moonlight.
"You're not very careful, you know," she mused, tapping a finger against the glass. "Leaving your window unlocked? That's practically an invitation."
You scrambled to your feet, staring at her in stunned silence. "How did you—?"
She arched a brow, her lips curling into an almost playful smirk. "Did you really think I'd let you slip away so easily?"
You hesitated but stepped closer, your curiosity bubbling despite the warnings ringing in your mind. “Are you… here to kill me?”
Caitlyn chuckled, a soft, velvety sound that made your pulse race in ways you didn’t want to admit. “If I were, darling, do you think I’d waste time knocking?”
Your face grew warm at the implication. “Then… why are you here?”
She tilted her head, studying you with quiet amusement, her gaze unreadable yet piercing. “Because I’m curious. Humans are usually so predictable—they run, they scream, they beg. But you?” She leaned in just slightly, her lips curving into a slow, teasing smirk. “You kissed me back.”
Your breath hitched. “I—I didn’t mean to—”
“Oh?” She pressed her palm against the glass, her voice low, seductive. “Then tell me, little journalist… why is your heart racing right now?”
You swallowed hard. She was impossibly close, separated only by the thin barrier of the window. And yet, she still felt dangerously near, like the air between you had thickened with a thousand unspoken words.
“Let me in,” she whispered, her voice a soft command that sent a shiver down your spine.
You knew you shouldn’t. Every rational part of you screamed that this was reckless, that inviting a vampire into your home was nothing short of a death wish. But your fingers betrayed you, reaching for the latch. The window slid open with a quiet click, and Caitlyn stepped inside with effortless grace, her every movement calculated, mesmerizing.
She was even more breathtaking up close. The cold scent of midnight clung to her, and the way she moved—so fluid, so inhuman—sent a thrill down your spine, leaving you light-headed and dizzy. The room felt smaller with her presence, like she filled every corner with her dark allure.
“You really shouldn’t trust a vampire so easily,” she murmured, stepping closer.
“Then why are you here?” you countered, forcing yourself to meet her gaze, even as the air between you crackled with tension. “Aren’t you supposed to see humans as nothing but food?”
Her smile faltered just slightly, something unreadable flickering across her face, before it returned—cool, composed, but with something darker hidden beneath. “I never said I didn’t see you as food.” She lifted a hand and traced a cool fingertip along your jaw, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “But you intrigue me more than you frighten me. That’s… rare.”
Your breath caught as her fingers trailed lower, stopping just at the pulse point on your neck. The heat of her touch, despite its coldness, was overwhelming. A slow smirk tugged at her lips.
“You’re blushing,” she observed, clearly delighted by your reaction.
“Am not,” you mumbled, stepping back, your heart pounding in your chest. You weren’t sure if you were more embarrassed or terrified. Or maybe, just maybe, you were beginning to feel something else entirely.
Caitlyn chuckled, a low, knowing sound. “You are,” she insisted, closing the distance once more, her presence inescapable. “It’s quite endearing.”
You weren’t sure what surprised you more—her words or the almost gentle way she said them, as if you weren’t just a mortal she could destroy with a thought. As if you mattered.
A brief silence settled between you, thick with something unspoken. And then, softer this time, she asked, “Will you let me kiss you again?”
Your heart threatened to burst from your chest. You knew this was dangerous. You knew you shouldn’t.
But when she leaned in, her lips hovering just above yours, you didn’t stop her. The distance between you closed without a second thought.
You closed the gap.
And this time, you kissed her.
She let out a quiet, pleased hum against your lips, her hands sliding to your waist as she pulled you closer. Her touch was still so cold, yet the way she held you made your skin burn with a feverish need. When she finally pulled back, she pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek, her fangs grazing just lightly against your skin, sending a thrill through you.
“Careful, little journalist,” she whispered, her voice hushed, but filled with a dangerous allure. “If you keep tempting me like this… I might just decide to keep you.”
You exhaled shakily, feeling entirely undone by her. The words you wanted to say stuck in your throat, but your voice barely escaped in a breathless whisper, “And if I want to be kept?”
Her eyes darkened, her lips curling into something between a smile and a warning. It was an invitation, a dare.
“Then, my dear,” she murmured, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers brushing your skin like ice and fire at once, “you might be in more danger than you realize.”
And despite everything—the warnings, the risks, the undeniable fact that she was a predator and you were prey—one thing became undeniably clear.
You wanted to see her again.
No matter the cost.
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A/N: Thank you so muchhh aaaaa for all the love on my previous posts! This is the second part and I'll definitely do some more vampire Cait again, ALSO I'm open to any requests so don't be afraid to give me any <3