Seeing a small surge of likes on my renfield oneshot since July 11 and I have reason to believe it may be because of the release of the new superman movie. This may just be giving me motivation to write another.
A/n: Had a vision, it's under-cooked but felt like posting.
Word count: 632
TLDR: Renfield is bad at feelings and is horny for his new master.
Warnings: 18+, mentions of voyeurism?
“fuck”
Renfield inhaled sharply, biting down on his left fist. The whole ordeal was lewd and morally questionable if one were to think about it with a clearer state of mind. However, currently, Renfield’s mind was preoccupied with thoughts on a certain vampire that was across the hall.
A low whine escaped his lips as his right hand glided towards the top of his cock.
‘This is so fucking wrong, fuckfuckfuck’
Past Renfield would probably chastise his future self for even considering such an act, right?
Yet here he was, curled up on the floor in the farthest corner of his bedroom, hiding his shameful act. He’s done this countless times before, alleviating himself when he’d get the occasional desire. He was still somewhat human after all. Though most of the time he would try to get it over with, never dragging it out more than necessary.
He’s lived many years which left him plenty of time with himself to understand what to do to make him satisfied.
So why was he taking his time pleasuring himself now?
Keeping his hand rested just below his tip, his thumb lightly dragging just under the skin of the head. He felt the familiar creep of anticipation bubbling inside him, and just as it threatened to overwhelm him, he stopped.
Renfield bites down on his bottom lip, almost breaking the skin, trying to stifle how heavily he was breathing. Shakily exhaling, his heart steadies itself from the high he was delaying himself.
Has Renfield always had these feelings for you? Did the whole ordeal of your new living arrangements awaken these feelings? Or did his body grow tired of the same routine?
After all the years of repressing his own needs for Dracula’s, why was his body demanding more?
As Renfield momentarily catches his breath, his hand finds its place at the base of his cock. His legs extend from his curled position, making sure they don’t fall asleep while he continues to delay his gratification. His cock more exposed, a shiver travels down his spine as it's more obvious what he was doing.
‘If someone were to open the door-’
Renfield's hand started to fall back to the usual rhythm along his shaft. Occasionally, applying pressure when his fingers reached the tip. He felt himself throb in his grip. He wants needs more. He raises his hips slightly from his sitting position, essentially fucking his hand.
“Mistress,” Renfield kept going, ignoring that he bumped his head back on the wall behind him.
He was already back near the edge, his shoulders tensed up as his hips rhythm rapidly increased.
Shutting his eyes, his mind wandered towards you.
He wondered what you would think about him if you caught him in such a state. Could he handle being exposed in such a way in front of you?
The thought had crossed his mind, not necessarily in what some might think, but he had thought about it.
How it would be like to pleasure himself as you lay there asleep in your coffin. His head leaned back on the wall across your coffin, or maybe his against your coffin; whimpering shamelessly like a dog in heat, mere inches away from your sleeping figure.
“fuck”
Renfields traced the head of his cock once more, his legs trembling weakly as he struggled to keep his hips elevated. Breathing heavily and relaxing his furrowed eyebrows as he comes down from finishing in his hand. When he readjusted his head forward, his eyes met with your painted ones.
Suddenly, regret seeped into his stomach as your painted portrait stared at his shameful state. Hurriedly, Renfield fixed his pants and stumbled his way towards the portrait, draping the cloth that had fallen off back on the painting.
for the prompts list “i’m trying to fix your hair so hold still” with renfield?
This is such a good pairing omg!!
You would be the first to acknowledge that you were surprised when Renfield asked you to help him get his life together. You can't say that you've been acquainted with him for long, from what you can tell he's only been in New Orleans for a few weeks but you're quickly developing a soft spot for the man. He's become something of a regular at the restaurant you work at and he makes a pleasant change from the gang members that tend to frequent your place of work. He also tips well and you and some of your colleagues tend to fight over who's going to be his server when he walks through the front door.
You'd given him your number on a whim, not expecting anything to come from it, but had been pleasantly surprised when a friendship had started to form between the two of you. He was easy to talk to, and quite charming if you were being honest with yourself. He wasn't like anyone you'd ever met before and given your dating history that was definitely a good thing.
You'd spent the day with him going shopping for new clothes and things to decorate his apartment when he'd mentioned doing something with his hair. You'd offered to help him on that front, citing a lifetime of cutting your family's hair when money had been tight as experience and he'd agreed to let you do it for him. That had been the end of the discussion until you'd ushered him into his kitchen and wrapped a cloth around his shoulders to prevent any hair falling onto his clothes. He'd turned nervous in a instant, his hands twisting in his lap as you got your scissors ready.
"Are you sure this is absolutely necessary?"
"Yes I'm sure. When's the last time you had a haircut?" The man in front of you goes quiet for a moment.
"I'm not entirely sure. A long time ago." His voice turned soft at his comment, and you immediately felt bad for bringing up something he was clearly sensitive about.
“Do you trust me?” He seems surprised by your question and it upsets you in a way that you can’t quite pin down.
“I do.”
"If you want me to stop at any point just tell me and I will. In the meantime I'm trying to fix your hair, so hold still." He nods slightly at your comment, and he only winces slightly at the first snip of the scissors. You make a conscious effort to keep him talking throughout the process, careful to avoid any topics of conversation that might distress him. It doesn't take long until you're handing him your mirror so he can inspect your work. “What do you think?"
"I think I'll be asking you to do all my haircuts from now on." You can't help but beam at his reaction. You carefully brush a few stray hairs from the nape of his neck, missing how a blush blooms in his cheeks at the gesture.
Yandere!Renfield x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Teddy Lobo
warning(s): yandere themes, violence, kidnapping, threats with a weapon, mentions of eating bugs (if you watched Renfield, you know).
Renfield loved his darling more than anything, which is why it pained him to be away from her. But he couldn’t risk Dracula finding out about her, not before he escaped out of his master’s grasp. He couldn’t allow him to hurt another person he cared about. He let out a sigh as he dragged the body through the hospital, another victim for his master to feast on. He was doing his best to be on his master’s good side, wanting to take his darling out to dinner. He set the body down in front of his master, bowing his head as his master fed on the blood of the man he had killed.
Once dismissed, Renfield headed out, a smile on his face as he made his way to (Y/n)’s home. His smile, however, faltered once he spotted Teddy’s car. He watched as Teddy exited (Y/n)’s apartment, a glare on his darling’s face while Teddy seemed to be pleading with her.
“Come on baby, it’s just one dinner!” Teddy begged, being met with rejection from his darling. He frowned, getting into his car before he slammed his hands against the wheel, frustrated that he couldn’t get his darling to go out with him. She disapproved of his lifestyle, but he couldn’t help it. He was practically born into it, after all. He rammed his foot down on the gas, speeding out of the parking lot as he planned on how he would woo (Y/n).
Renfield waited until Teddy was out of sight before heading to (Y/n)’s apartment, making sure the flowers in his hands looked their best before he gently knocked. His darling opened the door, ready to hurl insults until she noticed it was him, her face instantly softening.
“Renfield, it’s just you. I’m sorry, I was just..dealing with someone. Come on in.” (Y/n) stated, moving aside as Renfield made his way into her apartment.
“Well, I just wanted to bring you some flowers, and I was hoping you’d come to dinner with me.” Renfield stated, a gentle smile on his face as he handed his darling the flowers, watching as she let out a hum.
“Aww. Renfield, you're so sweet. These are beautiful!” (Y/n) exclaimed, smiling as she smelled the flowers he had given her.
“Of course, only the best for you.” Renfield stated, muttering the last part under his breath.
“I’d love to go to dinner with you, are you free tonight?” (Y/n) asked, having nothing better to do, and she’d never turn a man like Renfield down.
“Oh! Um, yes, I’m free tonight! I’ll see you at Café du Monde at seven?” Renfield asked, earning a nod from his darling.
“That sounds perfect, Renfield.” (Y/n) stated, smiling as she carefully set the flowers down into a vase, making sure to leave some water for them as she set them in some sunlight.
Later, Renfield had made his way to the café, patiently waiting for his darling to show up. But as the time passed, his excitement died with it. His darling would never stand him up, so he wondered what was keeping her from their date.
He stood, deciding to stalk over to her apartment, noticing she wasn’t there either. In fact, it looked like it had been broken into, noticing the broken pieces of glass, the flowers he had gotten her having been knocked onto the floor. He picked up on multiple scents,but two stood out. One being his darling’s, and the other..
“Teddy Lobo.” Renfield stated, a growl escaping him as he followed the scents, now on a mission to rescue his poor darling from that monster.
“Now darling, there’s no need to be upset. Just tell me you’ll be mine, and everything will be alright!” Teddy exclaimed, a huge grin on his face as he held his darling’s face carefully with one hand, the other holding a gun to her head.
Renfield burst through the door, making Teddy jump off of (Y/n) out of surprise, aiming his gun at Renfield.
“And who the fuck are you!?” Teddy asked, a glare on his face as he looked up at the man.
“My name is Robert Montague Renfield. And you have my darling.” Renfield growled, quickly eating a bug before he tackled Teddy, practically breaking the gun with his hand, turning and beating Teddy with the gun. Teddy let out a yell, kicking Renfield off of him before he rolled out from under him. He picked up a chair, slamming it down onto Renfield, making him fall to the floor as he let out a grunt. The two men fought, Renfield landing more hits than Teddy, but neither were willing to let the other claim their darling for themselves.
Soon, the fight ended, Renfield having finally torn Teddy apart as (Y/n) let out a sob, traumatized by what she had just witnessed. She had no idea who the man in front of her was anymore, having known Renfield only as the sweet, caring guy she met at Mulate’s. She broke down into tears as Renfield walked over to her, a loving smile on his face.
“Don’t worry my darling, you won’t need to worry about him anymore. Now then, let’s go home.” Renfield stated, her hands and legs still tied as he picked her up, carrying her to a home he had bought, deciding not to worry about Dracula.
After all, he’d do anything to protect his darling (Y/n).
~fin~
author’s note: i finished watching Renfield, and when i looked to see if there were any Renfield x reader fics on Tumblr, i noticed there wasn’t a lot. so, i figured i’d answer everyone’s prayers for a Renfield x Reader x Teddy love triangle <33
Request: Ok hear me out.. Renfield having a loving partner?? And he's just.. soo not used to that? Like at all?? Someone giving /him/ attention??? Praising him? LOVING him? Not shooing him away? Not barking orders or shaming him for doing something wrong? I needs it!
Robert Montague Renfield x Reader
Warnings: romance?
Proofread? No
Word Count: 689
A/n: I pushed through writers block to write this.
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“Surprise!” You shouted excitedly as you bounced excitedly in front of the dining table.
Robert stood in the entrance of his apartment. Dumbfounded as he gazed at the white cake that was placed upon the wooden surface. The top of it had the words 'Happy Birthday Robert!' spelled with blue frosting.
"What is this?" He raised his eyebrow in curiosity.
"It's for your birthday!" You exclaimed, barely able to control your volume.
Both of Robert's eyebrows rose in surprise and confusion. You didn't forget? You remembered? You remembered his birthday? Out of all the days to remember, you remembered the day that he was born? Why would you? It's certainly not important.
Or at least that's what Dracula told him multiple times in the past century or so.
“You remembered?” He gave you an incredulous look.
“Of course I did!” You skipped over to him. “And, I’ve got some gifts for you! Just wait here.” You squealed before you sprinted off to his bedroom. Robert stayed in his spot, still shocked and confused at the fact that you actually remembered his birthday.
After about a minute, you came out of the bedroom carrying two bags. One large pink one, and a smaller black one. You placed them both on the dining table next to the cake. You reached inside the pink one and pulled out an envelope that had Robert’s full name written on the back of it.
“This is from Rebecca. She couldn’t make it but she got you this.” You explained as you handed the envelope and pink bag to him.
Robert reached inside the bag and felt his fingers land on a hard surface. He pulled the unidentified object out and in his grasp was a book, with a title that read, 'Encyclopedia Of Bugs'.
"A Bug book! How nice!" You grinned.
Robert opened the envelope next, inside was a card that had the words,
"I know you have a "habit" of swallowing bugs. So you might as well know what you're eating when you order."
He didn't quite get the joke and frankly, neither did Rebecca when she wrote it.
"Ok! My turn!" You let out what felt like your hundredth squeal as you took the small white bag and handed it to him. "Ok, remember that time we went on that one walk and we passed by a really fancy jewelry store?" Robert thought for a moment.
"I think so."
"Great! Now open your gift!" You could barely contain your excitement as you urged him to do so.
Robert reached inside and pulled out a small, silver box. When he opened it, he gave you a curious look. Inside the box was a golden ring that had his full name engraved in it.
"This is for… me?" He nervously gestured toward himself.
"Who else?" You gave him a warm smile.
In this moment, the only thing Robert could think was that this had to be some sort of ruse. Why would you ever give such a gift to him of all people? How could something so nice belong to him? And how could someone so amazing be kind enough to give it to him?
“It’s… Beautiful.” He said, with an astonished expression on his face.
“I’m so glad you like it!” You squealed (AGAIN.) and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. Instead of speaking. Robert stood there in a dazed state for a solid minute.
You frowned.
“Is something wrong?” You worriedly queried, afraid that he might have changed his mind about your gift within the span of a minute.
“No, no, I just… You- you did this for me?”
“Well it wasn’t just me, Rebecca helped. Although, yes I did pick out the ring by myself.”
“Why?” He questioned, genuinely confused as to why you did all of this, for him.
“Because we love you. I love you.” Just then Robert felt a tug at his heart. You loved him. You really did. You actually appreciate him. Not once, in the entire time he knew you, had you used him. That was when Robert knew.
synopsis: your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your wrist
word count: 3.2k
The modern world was confusing. Renfield had watched the world change rapidly around him during his century as Dracula’s familiar and the way humans had changed never failed to surprise him. It had made life more difficult for him, Dracula’s need for good quality blood was harder to fulfil in a world where the influence of the church was increasingly slipping and sour blood was more common than ever before. His master didn’t understand that, of course, and just berated his familiar for doing such a poor job in attending to his needs.
Finding DRAAG had been a good twist of fate. New Orleans wasn’t quite what he’d expected, slightly more lawless than he’d initially assumed, but it had plenty of derelict buildings that he could move Dracula between if they were to be discovered and people went missing frequently enough that taking victims to his master wasn't going to alert too much suspicion. The group had become something of a lifeline for him after a few weeks in the city. He’d followed Bob inside after thinking he would make a good victim, and five weeks later he was still coming to the group. Everyone was so desperately sad, and a part of Renfield had identified with their stories and that kept him coming back.
It was especially hard listening to the people who had realised they were codependent with their soulmate. To watch them lament that this was meant to be the perfect person for them and they had fallen into destructive patterns with them had hit a sore spot somewhere deep inside Renfield. He’d never met his soulmate, his marriage to his late wife had been one of convenience rather than based on a soul bond, and it didn’t mean he loved her any less but his heart had always ached that he’d probably never meet his soulmate. Him and his master had moved so frequently that he was sure his soulmate had passed him by like ships in the night, or day really since he and his master did all their travelling by night.
If his master had ever noticed him absentmindedly tracing his words, he had never commented on it. His master didn’t have any words, Renfield had checked one time when he’d been tending to his needs, and he was sure if he ever brought up being lonely his master would begin another speech about how he didn’t need a soulmate, that they had each other and that humans were beneath them. The lectures had been focused solely on bringing his master back to full power recently but they had been happening more frequently, like tonight for instance. He’d been ready to go to the DRAAG meeting when Dracula had started another lecture about having to consume sour blood again and wanting Renfield to find him some nuns to eat.
He’d arrived late to this meeting, nervously babbling out an apology to Mark and the others as he took a seat in the back circle. It had taken him a few minutes to realise that there was a new face sitting with the group. She was sitting next to Carol, and the two seemed to know each other based on how they’d moved their chairs to be closer together. They were whispering quietly to each other, not quite loud enough to be audible but enough that he knew they were doing so. He tried not to stare, but there was something about Carol’s friend that had entranced him. He began to trace his words again, a nervous habit he’d developed over the years, only stopping when he saw Mark take notice. He waited for Lawrence to finish his share before looking to Renfield.
“Renfield, do you want to share today?”
“No, I’m good I think.” Mark sighed lightly at the denial, clearly having expected it.
“You’ve been coming here for a few weeks now, and you don’t have to say anything, but you’re always welcome to share. This is a safe space for you to speak your truth.”
“I suppose so.” Mark and the rest of the group were quiet for a moment, clearly waiting for another round of pushback from Renfield but when he gave none, Mark proceeded in a gentle tone.
“Is it your soulmate?”
“No, I haven't actually met them yet.” There were a few sympathetic noises from various people sitting in the circle. If they felt bad that a man who looked to be in his thirties hadn’t met his soulmate, he didn’t want to think about how they’d react if they knew he was almost one hundred years old and hadn’t met them. They’d probably refer him for a psychological evaluation if he said that part out loud though; whilst he didn’t exactly take pride in his appearance, Dracula’s ability to stop his body ageing meant he hadn’t physically aged for almost as long as he’d known the Count.
“And do you think the person you’re in a codependent relationship with is taking advantage of that?”
“Honestly? No. My boss he, uh, he’s blank. I don’t think he particularly minds but that also means that he doesn’t care about me and finding my soulmate.” Being blank wasn’t particularly common, and it always invoked a specific sympathy from everyone who found out. The idea that you were a person without another half in a society where that was the norm always tended to put people on edge. Renfield had always been somewhat relieved that Dracula didn’t have a soulmate, the idea of having another vampire to tend to the needs of and transport around seemed like much more hassle than he cared to entertain. One Lord of Darkness was more than enough, thank you very much.
“That must be hard for him, but that doesn't mean that you have to put off your chances of happiness just because he’s blank. Has he ever taken any interest or even acknowledged that you haven’t met your soulmate yet?”
“I don’t think it’s even occurred to him to be honest. I think if anything he’s probably glad, I think it would be fair to say that meeting my soulmate may influence my ability to do my job the way he expects me to.”
“So what would happen, hypothetically speaking, if you were to seek out your soulmate?” The question drew only a blank in Renfield’s mind, and he noticed the flicker of pity that passed over Mark’s face when he struggled to imagine a world where he prioritised himself rather than his boss.
“What do you mean?”
“If you went off and tried to find your soulmate, what would happen?”
“I couldn’t leave my boss for that long.”
“Well, why not?”
“He has this medical condition you see, it means he can’t go out in the daytime, or much at all. If I’m not there to help him, well it doesn’t bear thinking about really.”
“Oh so you’re like a carer then?” Renfield wasn’t sure who spoke up, but it occurred to him that his relationship with his master would sound very strange if he disagreed with the interjection.
“I suppose you could put it like that.”
“I understand that it’s more complex when there are medical needs involved but listen to me Renfield, you cannot put your entire life on hold for someone else. You are important, you have value, and you are more than what your boss seems to see you as.” Renfield shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wringing his hands together. It was much easier attending the meetings when the spotlight wasn’t on him. He stayed quiet in the hopes that someone would interrupt his share but no one came to his rescue and he was left scrambling for something to say next.
“I guess it’s just hard because if he doesn’t have me then there’s no one else who could take care of him. After working for him for so long it wouldn’t feel right to just leave him.” Mark seemed to notice that he was getting more uncomfortable and mercifully decided to open the discussion back to the rest of the group by talking about the sense of duty that came with being codependent before announcing that the meeting was over. Renfield stayed in his seat as most of the group migrated towards the exit. A few people were still inside when he finally stood and went over to the refreshment table, his throat aching for a glass of water. He made quick work of the glass and stood for a moment, cursing himself for speaking ill of his master. He was so in his head that he didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind him until the person spoke.
“I like what you said about your boss.” The world seemed to shift on his axis as he heard the soft voice behind him speak. He turned around and saw the shy smile you were sporting, completely unaware that you had just turned his world upside down in a single sentence. You'd spoken his words.
His words had always confused him slightly, and that had only grown when he's become Dracula's familiar. He'd never been able to imagine a scenario when he'd be freely talking to people about his master, but this made perfect sense in a weird way. He realised that he hadn't spoken yet, and he probably looked like a deer in the headlights and it took him a few beats to come up with a response.
“It’s you.” He watched as it dawned on you what had just occurred between the two of you. The smile that grew on your face made you look truly radiant, like an angel sent directly from above. It felt like he was being saved and being damned all at once and any and all trepidation he’s had about this moment vanished from his mind as he took you in.
“Hey.” The word is soft, you’re clearly still trying to process what’s just happened after all, but it feels like it echoes in his mind, a pleasant change from the way his master’s voice booms through his skull when he deems it fit to communicate like that.
“Hello.”
“I’m, uh, I’m (Y/N).” You gesture to the name sticker on your jacket, and he smiles when he sees a small smiley face drawn next to your name.
“Robert. Robert Montague Renfield.” He holds out a hand to you, trying to hide the slight tremor, and when you take his hand it feels like a shock running through his body. It’s electrifying and relaxing all at once and it’s perfect. You’re perfect.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
“It’s funny really, of all the places in the world I never expected it to be at a codependency anonymous group.” It occurred to Renfield that you hadn’t spoken at all during the meeting and he truly hopes you’re not here because of some awful person you can’t escape from. All his anxieties are put to rest when you reply though.
“I’m not codependent actually, I’m just here to support Carol. But, if you’d like help with your situation, I’d be more than happy to listen. Or if not, we can just grab a coffee, get to know each other?”
“I’d like that very much.” You beam at him before turning to the refreshment table and picking up one of the small business cards that had been scattered amongst the snacks. You grab the pen that lay next to the name tags and write something on the back of the card, handing it to him.
“I need to take Carol home but you should call me. We can go grab that coffee.”
“I will. Yes, definitely.” He watched as you turned to face Carol and the two of you made your way to the exit. You turned back to face him, giving him a small wave as you walked out into the cool night, and Renfield was left alone in the gymnasium. It was only then that it occurred to him that he had no plans for people to bring to Dracula to satisfy him tonight. He cursed himself lightly under his breath as he walked outside and began the walk back to the hospital. The closer he got the more anxious he became, and it was only when he passed the church that his luck seemed to change. He spotted a woman, maybe in her late twenties or early thirties, leaning against the wall and looking to be in rather bad shape. He’d been cautious upon approaching her in case she was with someone but when she drunkenly slurred out that her friends had ditched her, her fate was sealed. It hadn’t been difficult to overpower her, the chloroform in his pocket had done its job as quickly as ever and, with the aid of a bug, it had been easy to pull her into a bridal hold and walk the rest of the way back to the hospital.
Luck seems to remain on his side as he makes it the entire walk without spotting a single patrolling police car, and once he got to the hospital it was easy for him to drop the body onto one of the gurneys he always left near the entrance and then push that the rest of the way. He made it through the hospital without hearing his master until finally reaching the room his master spent most of his time residing in.
“Renfield! Where have you been? Where’s my dinner?”
“Right here, master!” He pushes the unconscious body off the gurney to the ground just shy of the makeshift throne his master was currently sitting in. Dracula didn’t look at all pleased by the offering, slowly rising to his feet. His recovery from their run-in with the vampire hunters had been a slow one, but his skin had finally started to grow back and, whilst he was revolting to look at, it meant he was nearly fully healed again.
“Is it a nun?”
“Um, well, no, but she was hanging around outside a church when I found her?” The answer seemed to satisfy his master enough for the vampire to start feeding from the body. It had been fairly easy for Renfield to become accustomed to the blood and gore that came with being a familiar but the sound of Dracula ravenously feeding on some soon-to-be corpse never failed to make him queasy.
“Not as sour as most of the other trash you’ve brought me. Bring me more like this one Renfield.”
“Yes master.” Renfield went about his usual tasks whilst his master fed; moving the depleted corpses to the pile he’d made a few rooms down from the main chamber of the hospital and trying to keep himself occupied until he could move the fresh body. It didn’t take long for Dracula to drain her fully, but his master’s mood seemed to shift when Renfield approached.
“You smell different, Renfield.”
“I’m sorry?” He watched as Dracula rose to his feet, shifting rapidly around him and coming to a stop just in front of him after a moment. Renfield’s eyes dropped to the floor automatically as he waited for his master to speak to him.
“You met your soulmate.” It wasn’t a question, Renfield realised, but an observation. It was all he could do to nod, questioning how on Earth his master could possibly know he’d met his soulmate from his smell.
“How did you-?”
“It changes the blood of a man, meeting his soulmate. Sweetens the blood, makes it sing.” Dracula’s voice lilted slightly at the mere idea and Renfield felt his heart drop. His chance of having a normal relationship with his soulmate seemed to be going out the window with every word his master spoke.
“Oh.”
“I do hope that this won’t change your fealty, Renfield. I would hate to have to…remove any distractions that come your way.” The hand on the back of his neck makes Renfield flinch, and he listens as Dracula chuckles deeply whilst tracing his carotid artery with one of his nails. He never presses deep enough to draw blood, but the warning is heavy in the air. He hates the way he quivers under his master's touch but after almost a century of knowing just how lethal Dracula’s clawed nails are, the reaction is uncontrollable.
“I, uh, of course not, master.”
“Good.” As Dracula slowly shuffled away from him, Renfield was left with the impression that this wasn’t the end of the discussion. He doesn’t move until Dracula tells him to leave, and it’s with a sigh of relief that he realises that the conversation is indeed over for now. He walks out of the main chamber, leaning against one of the walls after a brisk walk, and slides down until he’s resting on the floor. He’s not sure how long he spends sitting on the floor trying to quiet his mind and failing. The only thing that pulls him back to reality is when he slides his hand into one of his suit pockets and feels the business card with your number on it. He pulls his phone from his back pocket, tracing his fingers over your number on the business card in his other hand. He types your number in, toying with the idea of what he should send to you. He types multiple messages before trying something simpler and more to the point.
Hello, (Y/N). It’s Robert Renfield. Would you still be up for grabbing that coffee?
He presses send before he has time to debate whether it’s a good first message to his soulmate, and he locks his phone, letting it flop down onto his chest. He lets out a sigh, and closes his eyes. He only opens them when he feels his phone vibrate, and he looks down to see if you’ve responded.
Hi Robert! I’d love to, how does 9am sound?
The fact you responded so quickly makes him smile slightly, and it almost makes him forget about his master’s threat. Almost.
That sounds perfect.
Awesome, see you outside the gym? I know a great coffee shop nearby :)
I look forward to seeing you.
He shuts his phone off after sending the final message, letting his eyes close once again. He doesn’t have a bed here, hasn’t for a long time now, and he feels the edges of sleep start to close in on him. His last thought before falling asleep is that he needs to come up with a cover story for when you inevitably ask him about everything he shared at the codependency group because there’s no way you’ll believe that he’s a vampire’s familiar.
