Romeo/Wendy, Vampire AU
She had her eye on him for years, it was only until recently she had her first interaction with the boy. Was love at first sight really possible?
Her eyes were downcast as she spoke to the young man, fumbling over her words. “Would you like to maybe… take a stroll with me? I would like to speak with you, if you wouldn’t mind…”
A cheerful smile easily came from him, propping his top hat back onto his head. “Why don’t we walk around the courtyard for a bit? I’ve been meaning to have a conversation with you, I think the gardens would be a very good place to speak.” Romeo held his arm out to her, and she took it. Her place by his side feeling very natural, there was just something about the aristocrat that drew her in.
Cool night air wrapped around the both of them, shivering as the time enticed the young heiress. The wind in it’s silent cries told the blue-haired innocent to run back to safety of the ball’s light. Wendy did not listen, continuing her trek through the courtyard, unaware of her own doom.
Wendy growing more confident as she held the man’s arm in her own, squeezing down on his toned forearm. Bushes of dark green were illuminated by the blue moon, making the color seem darker than it truly was.The flowers laying a game of peek-a-boo as some were truly unseen in the midst of the foliage, only small pops of yellow, pinks, and the darkest of reds.
Romeo dusted the bench with his sturdy hat, offering the bench to the small girl. Being here under the watch of the stars was a turn of fortune in her books; imagining anytime with the renown aristocrat was a dream and it had finally come true. Was it possible that he was finally looking for a wife?
“Wendy, I’ve been meaning to inquire something of you. I don’t think I can take no as an answer.” She immediately regretted looking at the boy, a sharp flash of teeth being shown to her. There was no way the rumours could be true…
Romeo’s teeth growing sharper by the minute. Wendy squeezed her eyes shut, her choker tightening around her throat. “Y-Yes, Mr. Conbolt?” Intrnally, she fiercely denied the current reality.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and she vehemently shook her head. A soft caress of her cheek, and the heiress somewhat was persuaded. Biting her lip she still denied him, “I said look at me.”
His grip on her chin was bruising, eyes opening as she turned to face him. “B…But…” And that was it, her eyes glazed over as she gazed into the pits of hell.
Wendy Marvell was not under the spell of love, but one of blood lust.
