Paul Landers ~ VAMPIRE AU.
Both @99flakeandsprinkles and the movie Lost Boys inspired me to write this. It's gonna be a mini story. I'm obsessed with DRSG Paul. So here it is ! :3
Warnings : blood
BLOOD AND VELVET.
The moon bled silver through torn clouds, casting a cruel light over Berlin’s forgotten alleys. There, where time rotted and shadows thrived, he waited.
Paul.
He stood against the crumbling wall of an old cathedral, half-shrouded in darkness, his coat draped around his tall frame like wings. The cold didn’t bite him. It hadn’t in centuries. His breath no longer clouded the air. His heart—dead, silent, still.
But it ached when he saw her.
Y/N.
She stepped lightly, hesitant, her boots crunching over shards of glass and bone-dry leaves. Her eyes, bright and mortal, searched for him. Always him. She should have run. Should have listened to the warnings whispered on drunken lips in smoky bars—about the man who never aged, whose eyes gleamed red when the moon was full.
“You came,” Paul said, voice low like velvet dragged over a coffin.
“I always do.” Her voice trembled with something between defiance and desire. “Why do you call me here, Paul? Every time I leave, you drag me back.”
He moved in silence, inhumanly fast, one moment feet away, the next—behind her. She gasped as his hand brushed her hair aside, exposing the pulse throbbing in her neck.
“Because,” he whispered, fangs grazing her skin without breaking it, “your blood sings louder than anything I’ve heard in five hundred years.”
Y/N turned to face him. “You promised not to bite me.”
His eyes flickered, gold rimmed with crimson. “I promised not to drain you.”
She swallowed hard.
Paul cupped her face, his touch cold, yet somehow igniting a fire under her skin. “You don’t understand, liebling. I dream in darkness. I feed on agony. But when I touch you…” His lips brushed hers, feather-light. “I remember the warmth I lost. You make me starve, Y/N. I hunger for you.”
Her knees nearly buckled.
She should fear him—every instinct screamed it. But there was something so intoxicating in his gaze, the way he looked at her like she was salvation and damnation all in one.
“You want to taste me?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Paul nodded, tortured.
“Then do it,” she said. “But not to forget the night. Do it so I’ll always remember.”
He growled, something feral slipping out. His mouth crashed to hers, brutal and hungry, tasting her lips like he wanted to devour her soul. His hands pulled her closer, pressing her against the cold stone wall, where she melted into him—fragile flesh against immortal hunger.
Then—
Fangs. Piercing. Fire and ice exploding through her veins.
Y/N cried out, not in pain, but in dark, exquisite ecstasy. His arms locked around her as he drank, careful, controlled. The connection between them sparked like lightning in a storm.
When he pulled away, his lips were red with her blood.
“I’ll never let you go,” he growled, voice thick with emotion. “Not now. Not ever.”
“Then don’t,” she whispered, her knees giving out. He caught her.
She was his—willing, wanting, wrapped in crimson and sin.
And in that ruin of stone and shadow, beneath a sky that wept cold stars, the vampire and his mortal lover became something sacred and profane.
A love stitched together with blood, bound by darkness, and damned to eternity. ❤️🔥
