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Noble Vampire Cait x Maid fem reader
contains: smut, dom Cait, sub reader, fingering, strapping, cait eats reader out, blood, biting, vampire aftercare❤️🩹
You hadn’t been working for Lady Kiramman for that long, but you felt as if the atmosphere was off. Something didn’t feel right about her, or her massive house. Caitlyn herself was an anomaly as well. She was as beautiful as gossip had promised, but just as terrifying. She was incredibly strict too.
“Excuse me?” You turned around to find her examining the floor you just swept. “Yes Lady Kiramman?” You bowed, already knowing what was about to come. “Do it over again. The dusting too.” She commanded, her tone sharp and cold. “Yes Lady Kiramman, sorry.” You took the broom again to restart. “Be a good girl and do it correctly this time.” She left you alone with that warning, heels clicking against the floor.
There was one small thing that disturbed you most about your boss. Every night, one maid would make her way to Caitlyn’s room. They always looked solemn and fearful, but Caitlyn would answer the door and pull them inside. The maid would come back to the service quarters in the early hours of the morning, looking like the life had been sucked from them.
You hadn’t been summoned for one of these strange meetings with her until one evening. After dinner, you were washing the dishes when another maid came up to you. “Uhm…” she hesitated,
“It’s your turn tonight.” She said vaguely. “My turn? My turn for what?” You dried off your hands on your apron and faced the other maid. “It’s your turn to take care of Lady Kiramman tonight.” The maid wouldn’t make eye contact with you. A deep, fear settled in your stomach. So it was finally your turn.
Slowly, you made your way to her room, your mind racing with scenarios of what went on behind her doors. “Just do whatever she says.” were the instructions you received from other maids, but how was that meant to help you at all? You knocked on her bedroom door, and waited for her to answer. When she did, she was in a dark violet colored satin robe, with her hair swept over over shoulder. “Ah, good evening. How may I help you?” She smiled eerily. You’d never seen her in such a good mood. “I was told that it was my turn.” You said, unsure of what that really meant. Caitlyn’s smile grew wider.
“So it is. Please, come in.” Caitlyn opened the door wider, and you went inside, wincing as it creaked shut. Caitlyn sat at her vanity and looked over her shoulder at you expectantly. “Let’s start with something simple. Could you brush my hair?” She was being a lot kinder than normal. It was strange.
You made your way over to her and took the hair oil from her table, putting a few drops into your hand before raking them through her hair. “Good girl.” Caitlyn praised, sighing softly. You took her hairbrush and began to slowly move it through her midnight blue hair.
“You’re doing wonderfully.” She commented as you pampered her. “What comes next might be scary, but I know you’ll be good.” She said, making you tense up. “Don’t worry, it will come later.” Caitlyn assured you as if she could smell your fear.
That’s when you noticed. In the vanity mirror, was only your reflection. Not Caitlyn’s. Surely, you were just going crazy. That, or it was a trick of the light because she was without a doubt sitting in front of you. Before you could process it any further, Caitlyn stood. “Thank you.” She said, turning to face you. “My, you are indeed a sight for sore eyes as they would say.” She caressed your cheek with one hand, the other snaking around your waist to pull you closer. Your heart leapt in your chest.
“Don’t look at me like that darling, I won’t bite…yet.” She whispered, thumb crossing over your lips, pulling your bottom lip down teasingly. “I know I can be a bit harsh sometimes, but when it comes to you I can’t help it. You’re just too cute not to tease.” There was a strange hunger in her eyes, like she was about to devour you whole.
“Well, if that’s everything you need, I should go…” you said quietly, waiting for her to let you go. “No, that’s not all. My night routine requires a little more than that.” She released you, but moved to lock her room door. “Lady Kiramman?” You stepped backwards. “Sit right over there, will you?” She instructed, pointing to a velvet chaise in the corner of the room. You did so.
Caitlyn came and sat down next to you, taking your hand and kissing it. “You know, out of all my staff you have caught my eye the most.” Her blue eyes stared straight into yours. “Won’t you stay a while? I’m feeling a lonely.” The lustful look in her eyes made your thighs clench.
“Uhm…” You stumbled over your words, holding your hands tightly in your lap. It felt impossible to look her in the eye.
“Don’t be so shy.” Caitlyn was so close to you. She leaned in and smelled your hair. “Look at me.” She instructed, and you instinctually listened to her.
Caitlyn took your chin between her thumb and pointer finger, turning your face towards hers. “May I?” She said quietly, piercing your gaze with her own. The words wouldn’t leave your mouth. What was she doing? Your class was far beneath hers. A relationship like this with someone of her status could ruin the both of you.
For some reason, some part of you ached for her touch. You nodded, giving her permission to slowly place her lips over yours. It felt intoxicating, like she was casting a spell on you. You wanted more of her already.
Caitlyn crawled on top of you, deepening the kiss slowly as if she was easing you in to some kind of ritual. Her hands brushed over your body, making your head spin. You moaned into the kiss when she suddenly grabbed your chest, kneading it gently in her hands.
Caitlyn was still kissing you when she began to undo your apron. Your eyes flickered open in surprise, only to find hers were open too. She moved on to remove your dress slowly, finally pulling away from your lips. A string a saliva connected you still. Caitlyn kissed down your neck hungrily. You could feel her nose brushing along your skin. A low moan left her lips at the scent of the blood just underneath your skin. Such a beautiful sweet girl, ripe for the taking beneath her.
“Lady Kira…” you whined as she let one hand drift up your thigh. “Just relax my dear.” She kissed your forehead, staring at you tenderly as her middle and pointer finger rubbed circles against your undergarments slowly. Getting you as relaxed as possible was her goal. That would mean less tension. Less resistance when she finally sank her teeth into you.
Caitlyn pulled your panties to the side and rubbed your bare sex. You weren’t sure why she was doing this but you didn’t want to stop her. She leaned in and gave a small peck to your clitoris, as if thanking it before she wrapped her lips around it. Your back arched instantly, pulling a breathy moan from your lips. Caitlyn forced your abdomen down with one hand. “L-Lady. Kiramman! this isn’t- You- aah…” You stumbled over your words as she lavished your body with sinful pleasure.
Every movement made your mind go numb. You were calling her name, begging for more, it was humiliating in a delicious way. Caitlyn adored women like you, so much that she increased her intensity, driving you to your first orgasm. You slammed your hands over your lips, trying not to make anyone else hear you in such a state. Your muffled cry was music to Caitlyn’s ears.
She was focused now. Slowly, she slipped two fingers inside and stretched you out with them. She remained gentle, trying to melt you with her touch.
Caitlyn lifted you suddenly and dropped you onto her bed, undoing her robe swiftly. “My lady, What are you-” your voice died in your throat when she dropped the robe. “Just relax, alright? That’s all you need to do for me.” She cooed, stroking the dark red strap on attached to her hips.
“Is this…part of your routine?” You said, unable to look at your Mistress as she rubbed the attachment against your soaked mound. “Sometimes…I don’t go this far usually. I suppose I like you.” She slowly inserted the tip inside of you, silencing you with a rough kiss. Her hands were holding your thighs down onto the bed as she slowly thrust in and out.
You knew this was inappropriate, and the power she held over you made it even more so, but it just felt so good, you couldn’t think straight. Her breasts were so close to your own face, you couldn’t help but admire them. “You’re so cute.” Caitlyn chuckled, admiring your facial expressions. “Do you want more? Yes? This face says you want more.” She sped up, making your body quiver. Your eyes were glossed over with tears, and you could feel your body preparing to cum again. Caitlyn’s strap was giving you such a satisfying stretch. Every thrust of her hips earned a lewd squelch from your womanhood. Caitlyn was breathing hard. This much activity, combined with watching her prey squirm beneath her only made her appetite soar. She was waiting for this for a long time. Your taste, your blood, it was all she was thinking about ever since you were hired.
This time when you came, Caitlyn didn’t stop. She kept going until your cries died down, and you were broken down enough for her liking. She pulled the slimy toy out of you, and rubbed your cheek softly. “You did very well, my love.” Caitlyn sat up, and brushed some hairs glued down with sweat to your forehead. Dazed and vulnerable, you rolled your head to the side, exposing your beautiful neck.
Caitlyn could feel the drool run down her chin from the corner of her lips. You looked so delicious like this. So irresistible. Without much thought, she scooped you up in her arms. You were so alluring in her eyes. Caitlyn leaned in slowly, and you closed your eyes for another kiss. What came instead were her fangs sinking deep into your neck, and her nails digging into your back. You weakly cried out in pain, but Caitlyn did not stop. You could feel your blood being sucked out of you. Caitlyn’s lips on your neck felt so cold.
Caitlyn was drunk off of your blood. She couldn’t get enough of it. She slowly lowered you down onto the bed, moaning as she took more and more blood from you. She hadn’t expected such a treat to be flowing through her new maids veins, but she was pleasantly surprised. Her nightly ritual had been like this for centuries. She had gone through centuries worth of women and yet, something was special about you.
It was like she was hypnotized. She couldn’t stop sucking your blood. Maybe she was just excited because you had never been touched by a vampire before. She’d know if another had tasted you before her. Caitlyn was taking your first time being bitten after all, so why wouldn’t she be slightly aroused? Maybe it was just the way you trembled. Maybe it was your voice, it sounded so pretty as you moaned her name.
Tears ran down your cheeks, but you were too weak at this point to stop her. Caitlyn finally pulled away, which took her a lot of effort and self control. Your vision was fuzzy and your ears were ringing. You could see your own blood running down Caitlyn’s chin, to her neck, and into her cleavage. Her eyes were half lidded, and the light had vanished from them. Was she a demon? “Lady Kiramman?…” you whimpered, wincing at the pain in your neck. You tried to sit up, but you couldn’t.
“I tried and make it pleasureful for the both of us, hence the sex.” She finally said after an awkward silence, leaning down to lick the remaining blood from your skin. “I’ve become quite skilled at pleasuring a woman. It makes her all the better to drink from.” She opened a drawer and pressed a pad of gauze to your neck.
You could barely move. Your eyes were blinking slowly, and it looked as if you would faint. Caitlyn pressed a cold rag to your forehead, and fixed your clothes to give you some dignity at the very least. “Lady Kiramman… you’re… a vampire…” You murmured, as if trying to make sense of that. “I am, and you’re wonderful.” She answered, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss. “I think you’re my new favorite.” You hadn’t noticed it before, but Caitlyn’s body was so cold.
She stood and put her violet robe back on, taking a sip of water sitting on her bedside table. “Thank you for offering yourself to me tonight.” She rubbed your head soothingly. The woman in her bed made Caitlyn’s heart flutter. She had never felt this for any of her offerings before. You were so pretty, she wanted to kiss you again.
Instead, she settled into bed next to you, and pulled you into her chest. “Rest now, you’ll need it to regain strength.” She kissed the top of your head, watching you fall asleep slowly.
It was odd how infatuated she was with you after one night. So much so, that you noticed no other maids were called to her room in the future. That duty had quickly become yours alone.
c/w: descriptions of gore, blood etc. intoxication, mild nsfw. Reader has comphet too.
w/c: 6.2k
a/n: ITS FINALLY HERE! Sorry it took long, I was going back and forth on a lot of things and even caught some writers block😵💫. I’m happy I could get it out to everyone though! Thank you for all the support on this personal fantasy fic!
summary: As you and Caitlyn finally confront your feelings for each other, ghosts from your past return, leading you to commit an atrocity you can’t take back.
SONGS: waltz no.2 by Cihat Aşkin, albinoni/Arr. Giazotto: Adagio in G minor, Melting Waltz by Abel Korzeniowski, Vocalise, Op. 34, no. 14 by sergi Rachmaninoff, A Heart Made of Yarn by Franz Gordon. (Happy listening!)
“Wait for me!” You yelled for the boy in front of you. Cassian, your friend, was already racing through the woods. A small branch in his hand. “Ugh, all you girls are so slow!” He pouts, finally stopping for you to catch up. “I’m not slow! This dress is just not good for running…” you mumbled. Cassian grabbed your hand and led you towards the castle. “The adults never let us come up here…They say a vampire lives inside.”
You admired the beautiful gothic architecture with awe. “A vampire?” Your eyes were wide with childlike wonder and curiosity. “I’d sure like to meet them.” Cassian’s face contorts. “Meet them? I’d like to kill’em! This branch probably won’t do though…” he tosses it away. “I’ll need something bigger. I’ll make a fine vampire hunter when I grow up! And you’ll be my wife.” His chest puffs up with confidence.
“But I don’t-”
“oh it’s okay. I’ll take care of you!” He cuts you off. “Okay…”
Your eyes flickered open. Now awake from your dream, you remember Cassian. A childhood friend who pursued you relentlessly. As he grew up, he became overbearing and pushy. You once convinced yourself that you were in love with him, but it wasn’t working. You never once felt love for anyone, but you wanted to. Being unmarried at your age was already unusual. You tried to love Cassian, but no matter how much time you spent with him, you couldn’t.
As your senses woke, you noticed that there was a strange weight on top of you. When you attempted to sit up and look to your side tiredly, you were met with Caitlyn’s glowing blue eyes. She grinned before pushing you to lie back down. “Let’s stay like this. Don’t move.” You were too tired to argue. You could feel her shift to listen to your heart beat. “You’re so sweet like this… All cozy and warm.” She moves again to wrap her arms around your waist and pull you in to her. “Caitlyn?” She presses her forehead to yours. “Yes, dear?”
“Uhm.. what are you doing?” She makes a strange face, but replies “I’m just spending time with you. Before I feed.”
“That’s tonight?” She nods, breathing in the scent of your hair.
“I’ve been waiting all week. I can’t get enough of you.” She traces your body with one hand that stops on your hip. “Do you enjoy being a vampire?” You ask. “You’re always so excited when it’s time.” She stops and thinks for a moment. “I wouldn’t say I enjoy it. I simply get to enjoy some unorthodox benefits. Like watching you slowly weaken underneath me, like a wilting rose in my garden.”
“That’s quite poetic…” your eyes meet her in an intense stare.
She sits up, and cages you beneath her. Her bare arms are on either side of your head, and it’s only then you notice she’s almost completely naked. Her shirt isn’t buttoned all the way, and you can see all the way down to the start of her stomach. “What? Never seen a body besides your own?” She notices your strange reaction. Caitlyn seems comfortable with nudity. “No it’s just, that makes this a lot more intimate.”
“I suppose it does. Are you okay with that?” Her sly grin makes your heart stir. She knows what she’s doing to you. “Uhm, yes.”
“That’s my girl.” She hugs you gently, before dragging her tongue up the side of your neck. She was being very sensual tonight. “Well, wherever you’re ready.” You tell her. Caitlyn lays you back down and lays next to you herself. She stays like that for a while, just relaxing before rolling on top of you, and pinning your arms above your head. “So helpless. I love fragile little creatures.”
Her teeth sink into your neck like they belong there. She reciprocates any sound you make with one of her own. You’ll whine in pain, and she’ll groan in pleasure. Your body begins to feel fuzzy again, and you wrap your arms around Caitlyn’s bare back to hold you steady. Every time she’s fed from you, she drinks more each time. Her body tenses and twitches whenever you make a sound of pleasure from the drug controlling your psyche.
Your arms fall back to your sides, and Caitlyn seizes the opportunity to intertwine her fingers with yours like clockwork. When she finally releases you, she sighs and brushes the stray hair from your face. “You sound so beautiful when you’re in pain. I can’t decide if it’s prettier than the sounds you make when you’re high off venom.” She lies back down and cradles you against her.
“Caitlyn?” That was the longest she’s ever bitten you, meaning this is the most venom you’ve ever had in your system. You can feel it coursing through your veins, and altering your thoughts. You almost enjoy the sensation of being high from it. You’re Caitlyn’s. The crest you still wear around your neck proves that. You’re her blood bank, forever. Meanwhile she’s gazing at you with hazy eyes. “What’s going through your head right now, my dear? Tell me.” She gets up and squeezes out a wet rag on the table next to the bed.
“Caitlyn…” you mumble as she places the cool rag on your forehead. “Oh really? Is that all?” She checks your pulse. “Again. Do it again. Take as much as you want. Drain me, please.” She relishes in your desperate words and sighs in satisfaction. “Aww, I wish I could. Unfortunately doing that may risk never tasting you again, so I’ll have to decline. Now, get some rest.” She kisses your forehead, leaving a lip stain of your own blood.
That wasn’t the first of many odd interactions. Just yesterday, she left a bouquet of fresh roses at your door for you when you woke up. It’s also become a habit of hers to go out at night and surprise you with new dresses and luxuries. The breakfasts you wake up to become more elaborate too.
Sometimes, she’d dance with you at night too. She’d just be in her study and get up, make her way to wherever you’re seated, bow, kiss your hand, and ask: “May I have this dance?” Then, she’d dance with you slowly, holding your hand gently, with her other arm around your waist. She does this while looking at you like you’re the only woman in the world. There wouldn’t even be any music most of the time. Sometimes she’d hum a song, or sometimes she’d just dance with you in silence.
Is it possible that Caitlyn is in love with you? But that would mean that you’re her one and only. The book said so. Kiramman vampires love one and never again. What would you do if that really was the case?
“Darling? Are you awake?” Caitlyn peers into your room one night. She comes inside and sits at the side of your bed. “Is something the matter, Caitlyn?” She shakes her head no. “I’m just checking on you. Any more nightmares?” She rests one hand on your thigh. “Not recently. I think I’m okay now.” She starts to rub up and down your thigh through the blankets. “That’s good…” She squeezes gently.
“Caitlyn, I had a question.” You sit up and prop yourself against some pillows. “Feel free to ask me anything, darling.” She smiles reassuringly. “If a vampire fell in love, what would happen?” You knew the answer already from the book, but you just wanted to see what she would say. “If I fell in love?…Well, I’d treat them very well and love them forever. I can only love one person in my life, so they would be my everything.” She doesn’t break eye contact the whole time she says that. “And you?” She says. “What?”
“What would happen if a sweet girl like you fell in love?” She’s smiling softly. “I’m nothing special, so nothing fantastical like having one true love or anything like you… I suppose I would want to be with them. Maybe I’d be too shy to ask, or maybe I’d be forward and tell them as soon as I figured out how I felt.”
“Really? How wonderful it must be to fall in love. I never knew that sort of love in my life. I only knew lust.” She looks remorseful. You question further. “Never in your human life did you fall in love? Not with any of your uhm, partners?”
“No. Maybe I could have, but that wasn’t what I was looking for. All I wanted was that feeling watching a girl unravel beneath me provided. Power, maybe?” She thinks on it some more, but looks back to you with renewed curiosity. “What about you? Have you ever been in love?”
“Me? Well, not exactly.”
“That’s a strange answer. It’s usually a yes or a no.”
“Well, I would say yes, but I think it was more so me wanting to feel love. There was someone: a boy named Cassian.” Caitlyn looks very focused on your story. “And you loved him?”
“I wanted to. I never felt romantic love for anyone. I wanted to, but it just never happened. I think something’s…wrong with me.” Caitlyn comes to your side and brings you into a hug. “Nothing is wrong with you.” She hugs you tighter. “You just didn’t love him, and that’s okay. I’m confident that somewhere, there’s someone who loves you very much…”
“Caitlyn.” You lean into her grasp, and she lays you down gently. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I love you, if that counts for anything.” She drags one thumb over your bottom lip. “Someone so kind and understanding of me, someone who doesn’t run away.” Her hair falls onto your face
“You love me too, don’t you? Please say you do.” She lowers herself to lie on top of you in a smothering hug. “ I think I do.”
“That’s enough for me, my love. Let me cherish you here, forever.” Her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. Your eyes are still open just from the surprise, but Caitlyn’s fingers dragging over your face urge you to close them. She kisses you with as much hunger as she does love. Her fangs scratch your lips, and the taste of your own blood taints the taste of her kiss.
When the two of you part, a thin, string of saliva still connects you. Caitlyn’s lips look glossy and you can feel her breath on your face. There’s a moment of silence where she gazes at you with eyes filled with adoration. “Thank you.” She whispers.
When you wake up in the morning, Caitlyn is asleep. She’s nocturnal, so you leave her in bed. She kissed you. She kissed you hard. You raise your hand to your lips, and touch them gently. You can even feel the little cut left by Caitlyn’s fangs. You were her one and only love. She loved you. The thought made you feel like swooning.
That evening, you hear the soft meow of Whisper, and see the cat appear from a dark hall. “Whisper? Is something the matter?” The cat seems tense. Her fur is raised and pupils dilated.
You follow the cat up the stairs to the balcony of the castle. “Whisper?” The cat stops. Walking out onto the balcony, you look out over the village and the woods. It’s only sunset, but you can see a trail of smoke rising from the direction of Crows-Wood. It had to be a fire, but the village wasn’t burning. A bonfire. You can feel your stomach drop with dread. Crows-wood only threw large bonfire parties before a hunt. Not just any vampire hunt though, they were sending off a group. You remember them distinctly. The people chugging ale and screaming at the top of their lungs, the vampire corpses and caricatures being paraded on sticks, and the slew of weapons the hunters were preparing to head off with. You always stayed inside during these just because they disturbed you so much. Who could celebrate the murder of anything with such fervor?
A group of vampire hunters were being rallied to head this very way to kill Caitlyn. When you realize this, you rush back to your bedroom, with Whisper following. “Caitlyn! Caitlyn wake up, please!” You shook her cold body into waking. She was still in your bed, sleeping as peacefully as when you left her. That was the case until your frantic shaking and tears woke her. “Darling please, what’s the matter?” She takes your hands gently to stop them from shaking her. “Crows-Wood! A bonfire they’re- they’re-”
“Shhh, my love.” She sits up and pulls you in against her chest. “Calm down. You can explain once you’ve done that.” Whisper leaps onto the bed and settles next to Caitlyn.
“Now, speak slowly and tell me what’s going on.” You pull away from Caitlyn and look her in the eyes. “Crows-Wood is sending a group of hunters this way. I saw them celebrating over a bonfire.” Caitlyn’s expression grows grim. “How many do they usually send in a group?” You try and recall from your memories. “Uhm… five or six.” Caitlyn sighs. “I can take them, but I’ll need your help.”
“What do you need!? I’ll do anything.” She smiles at you and brushes your hair away from your neck. “I hate to ask this of you, but I’m at my strongest when I drink human blood.”
“Of course! Take as much as you need.” You pull your dress down to expose your shoulder. The night has fully set in now. Caitlyn’s hand brushes your cheek, and she pulls you in for a kiss. She pulls herself back from your lips to kiss your chin, and continues down to leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. “Caitlyn…” You whisper her name into the room that’s growing ever darker. She nuzzles into the crook of your neck before biting down. Her hands wander down your body, to the small of your back to palm at your rear. Her touch is gentle, but firm.
When she’s finished, she lifts you bridal style and leaves your bedroom. “It’d be too easy to find you here. I’m sure it’s you they’re really after. I’ll bring you to my room.” You’re semi-conscious during the walk there. Caitlyn’s bedroom is” deeper into the castle. She sets you down on a large bed that smells like her. Old fragrances and roses.“Promise me you won’t move. Please just stay here.” She tucks your intoxicated body into the blankets, and leaves.
You’re woken by the sound of screaming, stomach-twisting wails of pain, and crashes. You’re still high off of the venom, but you stumble out of Caitlyn’s bed to see what’s going on. You’re vision is swimming and you’re feet feel heavy. You have to get to Caitlyn. She needs you. You need her.
“They’re here.”
The hunters have arrived, and are fighting with Caitlyn as you lean on walls to navigate the castle. She told you not to move, but you couldn’t just lie there and hope she came back alive. You wanted to help. How would you help in the state you were in? Even you didn’t know. You’d manage somehow. By the time you make it to the stairs, you can see the gory display. Three men lie dead on the floor, choking on their own blood as it seeps from gashes in their throats. Their faces are forever expressing regret and horror. The two left are injured, but Caitlyn seems to be tired too. She’s holding up well, but you can tell her energy has depleted.
“Where is she!? If you’ve killed her I’ll drag you out into the sun come daylight!” An all too familiar voice screams out. Cassian? He’s part of the group? “I’d never lay a finger on her.” Caitlyn rasps, grabbing the other assailant and crushing his throat to fleshy mush in her bare hand. The sickening sight is followed by the snap of his bones. All the times she’s touched you, she’s been perfectly capable of something like that. Cassian yells out in rage, and charges at Caitlyn, wooden steak in hand. Caitlyn seems ready to defend herself until he pulls a small wooden cross from his pocket. The sound of Caitlyn’s scream surprised you. She sounds horrified. So crosses really do affect vampires that much. Caitlyn loses her footing and falls back.
No. This can’t be happening. She killed four of them and the last one standing will manage to kill her? And Cassian of all people? You had to do something. Caitlyn looks melancholic on the ground. It’s like she could get up, but won’t. She just lies there as Cassian aims his wooden steak at her heart.
Neither of them noticed you rushing down the stairs.
With a gut wrenching scream, you plunge a dagger from a dead man’s hands into his back. Cassian barely has any life left to turn around and look at you. “You’re…alive.” He utters before falling to the ground. Still lost in the venom and your fear, you continue to stab his dead body over and over and over again, screaming all the while. You finally stop when Caitlyn pulls the dagger from your hands, and brings you into a tight hug. “No no no this was never supposed to happen.” She whispers. You sob into her chest from the shock and repulsion. You killed a man. Not just any man, but one you knew since childhood. One who came all this way to rescue you.
“Darling look at me please, look at me.” Caitlyn wipes your tears with her thumbs and forces you to look at her. Shes looking at you like she doesn’t recognize you. “He was going to kill you I- I couldn’t let him take you away from me!” You’re spouting nonsense as you try to make sense of your impulsive action. “Shh shh shh..” Caitlyn just urges you to be quiet, and hugs you close. You can taste his blood in your mouth. “I- I’ll run you a hot bath, and we can soak together okay? It’s okay.” Caitlyn clearly is not sure what to do with you. You killed for her. Something so much more than a flimsy declaration of love.
You’re seated between Caitlyn’s legs as she hugs you from behind while you both soak in the hot bath. You haven’t said a word since you killed Cassian. Caitlyn is concerned. Every so often, she’ll attempt to coax a conversation out of you. “Are you hurt anywhere?” Silence. You cannot speak. “… This might not be the right time, but thank you. At that moment, when I was there on the ground, I was just so…” Her voice breaks. “Tired. Tired of fighting, of hiding, I just was ready to die. But then I remembered you. I remembered that I didn’t want to leave you, because I love you.” She holds you tighter, making the water slosh around the bathtub. You can feel her chin on your head, and her breasts against your back. “But it was too late. I was on the ground, and a wooden steak was inches from my heart. That’s when you attacked him. I would be dead if it wasn’t for you. I wish you didn’t have to do that, and part of me wishes I had died instead of staining your hands with blood, but thank you.”
She lifts you out of the bath, and drys you off herself. Caitlyn doesn’t take you to your bedroom that night, she lets you sleep in her bed with her. She doesn’t bother putting a nightgown on you, and just leaves you in your underwear. She talks you to sleep, before leaving to clean up the mess of blood and dead bodies. When she returns to bed, sitting at your side, Caitlyn does something she thought to be impossible.
She cries.
She can hardly believe it herself when she feels the first tear roll down her cheek, but they don’t stop. She shouldn’t be able to cry. She can’t. Her body is frozen in time, unable to produce blood, tears, waste, anything. So why is she crying? Since turning, this is Caitlyn’s first time crying for someone besides herself. Her first tears that didn’t stem from selfishness, but from how overwhelmingly guilty she felt for what you did for her. She doesn’t try and stop them, but just lets her tears fall. Caitlyn goes to sleep that night with you by her side, feeling a little more human than normal.
You wake up screaming. There’s blood everywhere. On your hands, in your mouth, and even in your eyes. Cold arms pull you back down to the bed and hold you steady. “Shhh my love. I’m sorry…” You manage to calm yourself, and relax into Caitlyn’s arms. “This is all my fault.” She whispers. “No please don’t blame yourself. I did what I did all on my own.” You reply. “Caitlyn, do you think we have to leave the castle?” Caitlyn seems to be thinking.
“Maybe, but for now, I think we’re safe.” She intertwined her legs with yours beneath the sheets. Her lips find yours in a soft kiss. Her fingers thread through your hair, and between kisses she whispers. “I love you. I’m grateful for what you did, even if I wish it hadn’t happened. I’m truly sorry.”
“That was him.” You admitted.
“What?” Caitlyn’s lost. “That was the man I told you about. The one I tried to love.” Caitlyn gasps quietly. “I see.” She’s avoiding your gaze. “He was looking for you. That whole time he kept badgering me on what he’d do if I hurt you.” She sounds annoyed. “Honestly, it seems like he loved you. He wanted you back from me. He said you were his.” Her tone sounds angry, yet collected.
When Caitlyn notices you’re asleep again, she sighs and kisses your lips once more before laying you down.
When you wake up, Caitlyn’s asleep. Whisper is meowing at the end of the bed. You feel a bit better after all the commotion last night. It’s still hard to believe you killed anyone. Heading downstairs, you check to see if the bodies and carnage are still there. It’s not. Caitlyn must have cleaned it. Killing Cassian almost felt like being born again yourself. It was as if you truly accepted yourself for what you were, standing there, covered in his blood. Someone who could never love a man, no matter how much he urged you to. Every time he stated you’d marry him, the advances he’d make, offerings to your parents, and shouting matches that ended in your tears came crashing down.
You had decided where you stood the moment you stabbed him. Going against your own people for a vampire. You wanted to stay with Caitlyn forever, and that’s something humanity wouldn’t allow. You’d ask her to turn you into one of her own tonight. You’d be a vampire too.
That night, you wait up for Caitlyn. As usual, she comes into your room to check on you. “Awake this late, my love?” She joins you on your bed, guiding you to lean your head on her shoulder. “Caitlyn, Would it be possible for me to become a vampire?” She freezes. “Why would you want to do that?”
“I abandoned my humanity the moment I killed Cassian. I want to be with you forever, even if it means becoming a monster.” Caitlyn looks at you fondly. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. Sure you’ve killed, but so have many men. Asking to be like me is asking to be forsaken by god. Besides, I’d never get to taste your blood that way again.”
“A vampire can’t drink another vampires blood?” She laughs. “No. When my family was still around, we tried that. Vampires need the blood of others because we can no longer produce any ourselves. There’s no blood to take from me, or any other vampire.” An explanation that makes sense. You’re proposal sounded foolish now.
“I’m sorry. I haven’t been in my right mind.” Caitlyn strokes your back reassuringly. “I understand. Back when I killed for the first time, I was horrified by myself. The difference between you and me is that you don’t need to kill again. I shouldn’t have to either, yet the people of Crows-Wood insist on making me. I was ready to give up, and just let them kill me.” She sounds exhausted. She’s been alive for more than a century, and the whole time she’s been hunted. You can’t even imagine the stress and fear. Before all of this, you thought she had nothing to be afraid of. Safe to say your views have changed.
“I don’t think dying would have been much better.” You say. Caitlyn scoffs. “I’ve been dead a long time. Death comes for us all. In the end, we’re all equal in the eyes of death. Something that life hasn’t granted me.”
“But doesn’t it scare you?”
“I stopped fearing it a long time ago. It doesn’t matter how scared you are, because every death is equally tragic. Even for those some consider evil.” You sit there in silence with her, letting the words she spoke swim around in your head. “I’m lucky I got to meet you though.” She kisses your cheek. “I’m happy I met you too.” You return with a kiss to her lips. It’s almost like you can’t stop kissing each other. The kiss grows and continues, until Caitlyn’s on top of you. Her hands are in your hair and you can feel her tongue in your mouth. You don’t stop kissing her until it’s physically impossible for you to continue. Caitlyn watches you gasp for breath with that same hazy expression like when she feeds.
“I should leave.” She huffs. “Why? I was thinking that since I couldn’t become a vampire like you, that we could at least…” she stops you with a finger to your lips. “Please don’t say what I think you’re trying to. You must remember that I’m still a creature who runs on her instincts at the end of the day. I don’t know if I could do that with you without getting you hurt. Sex is what made me this way in the first place.” You reach out to cup her face in your hands. “But that was when it was purely for your pleasure alone, right?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to take the chance. No matter how much I’d like to.” She tears her gaze away from you and sits up at the edge of your bed. You feel a wave of disappointment wash over you.
“Caitlyn I’m sure it’ll be fine. Please?” You follow her and wrap your arms around her from behind. “Darling, please don’t entice me. I’d love to, really, but I just don’t want to hurt you. Please just get some sleep okay? It’s getting late for a human to be awake.” She pries your hands off of her and stands up. “Sweet dreams, my love. I’ll be here if you need me.” And just like that, she leaves.
Caitlyn wanted you badly, but she couldn’t let herself falter. Make the same mistake she did a century ago, and use you for her own benefit. Caitlyn’s back slid down the door as she sat down on the floor, pressing her fingers to her temple in thought. She already was using you. Using you like cattle that she could feed off of. Caitlyn wants to love you, but her past won’t leave her alone. She can’t tell if she loves you, or if she’s reverted to her past ways. She stands up and rests her forehead against your door. How she longed to go back, but she knew what would happen if she did. Hesitantly, she leaves to go read and distract herself.
You fall back on your bed with a sigh of frustration. You couldn’t force her. You went to sleep that night with a new way to think of death, and a burning desire for the one who inspired that way of thought. Sleep didn’t come easy that night. After tossing and turning, and many fantasies of your vampire lover, you finally got some rest.
In the days that pass, Caitlyn certainly notices your increasingly clingy state. She tries not to think about it, or what it implies at all, but it’s almost impossible. She wants to make sure that she loves you for who you are, and not just the lust she feels.
The next few days are peaceful. There are no raging mobs or groups of men marching up the mountain to have Caitlyn’s head, and you can finally sleep at night without thinking about murder. That is until you hear the sound of a glass bottle shattering in the night, waking you and Whisper up instantly.
The cat hisses and slips out of your bedroom, and you follow. You follow the sound of glass being swept, and end up at the old wine cellar underneath the castle. Caitlyn is cleaning up glass shards as blood seeps into the stone flooring. When she notices you, she looks embarrassed. “Did I wake you? My apologies.” Once all the glass is cleaned she stares at the blood in defeat. “How am I meant to clean this?… a mop I suppose.” She gets a mop and begins to sop the liquid up. “Are you feeling alright?” Caitlyn shakes her head no. “It’s a full moon tonight. So far I’ve been this way without you noticing, but cravings get worse on nights like these. My hands were shaking so badly I dropped a bottle.”
“What kind of blood is that?” She stops moving. “It’s…cow’s.” Something tells you it’s not cow’s blood. Maybe a humans? You hope not.
“Alright.” You decide not to pry. “It’s only two or three more days until you can drink from me. If you want, we could just do it earlier if the craving is that bad.” She whirls around. “Absolutely not. In this state, I’d loose control almost instantly. I could kill you.” Her hands start shaking again. “Uhm, I can finish cleaning, and you can get a drink.” You propose. She nods hastily and drops the mop, instantly moving to sort through her array of bottles. When she choose one, she doesn’t even bother to pour it in the glass. She just drinks straight from the bottle.
She sighs in relief when she finally puts the bottle down, and it’s almost completely empty. A little bit of blood is running down her chin and her chest is heaving. “Don’t look at me, please. Stay away before I lose my mind.” She genuinely seems ashamed of her behavior. “Caitlyn, is there anything I can do to help?” You approach her slowly. She sets down the bottle and uses a handkerchief from the table to wipe the blood from her chin. “Help me? Oh, I don’t think there’s any way you can. Just don’t come near me until tomorrow night.” Her voice is unsteady, and her eyes can’t seem to focus on your face.
“I think I’ll go lay down.” Caitlyn excuses herself and leaves the cellar. You finish cleaning, and decide to go search for her. You find Caitlyn in her bed on her stomach, with her arms hugging a pillow that her face is buried in. “Caitlyn?”
“Yes?” She looks up and over her shoulder at you. Her eyes look tired and she’s paler than usual. “You look sick. Are you really okay? There’s nothing I can do?” She merely pats the free space on the bed next to her. That’s all you needed to see. As you make your way towards her, something about Caitlyn feels off. You sit down on the bed next to her, and she doesn’t react at all. You’re caught off guard when she suddenly cages you against her chest with her arms. Her strength is uncanny, but steady. You trust she won’t hurt you by applying too much force.
“I told you to stay away.”
“I was worried. You’re acting strange.”
“Strange? I’m already a vampire. I don’t know how I could get stranger.” You try to pull away from her, but her hold on you is iron clad. “Why are you holding me so tightly?” You’re a little annoyed by her. Caitlyn tries to relax her grip, but it doesn’t make much of a difference. “Like I said. I run on instinct. I’m not human. Right now, my body wants to suck you dry because of that wretched moon. That’s why I can’t let go. It’s torture.” You try and relax your muscles to make this less uncomfortable for you. “And nothing I can do could make it less unbearable?”
“Maybe if you left, and I didn’t see you, but I don’t think that’s an option anymore.”
She slowly leans into your face, pressing her forehead to yours and sighing. “You smell so good…” her voice is still shaking, and her hands follow suit. “Uhm, thank you.”
“I’d never hurt you on purpose, you know that right?” Her arms finally loosen, and move to begin undoing your dress. “Uhm-yes I know.”
“So would you be okay if I bit you early? I know I said I wouldn’t but damn it all. I promise I won’t take a lot. I’ll be gentle.” She says between kissing down your collar bone, and forcing you to lay down. The kisses make you irrational. All you want is for her to give you more.
“Yes, that’s fine. Just a small bite.” You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy her sucking you blood. The practice felt like you were closer to her than ever before. The pain felt good, and the pleasure even better. It was sacred, and intimate. Caitlyn pulls down your dress to expose your breasts to the cool castle air. Her fingers trace over the buds of your nipples, making them harden quickly. “You’re not biting my neck?” Caitlyn chuckles. “Mm, I’ve gotten quite tired of that. I want to bite you somewhere else. Somewhere more personal.” She lifts you with her arm around your lower back. Your back is arched, and your chest is completely vulnerable to her. You can feel Caitlyn’s tongue glide around your right breast until it settles on your nipple. When she bites down on the surrounding flesh, you whine in pain, but the hurt quickly disintegrates as her venom is pumped straight into your veins.
Caitlyns eyes never look away from you, and the longer she’s latched onto you, the brighter her eyes glow. When she finally lets go, your breast is left cold and wet with her saliva. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it..” She’s more herself after receiving human blood. She adjusts your dress so you’re covered again. “You’re irresistible. Not to mention how fast your heart was beating. You can feel it too can’t you? How fast it’s going?” Sure enough, you think your heart may burst from your chest. You feel euphoric. “I think you like this. The blood sucking I mean. Just look at your face right now.” She chuckles and checks your pulse as usual. “This isn’t good. This isn’t the first time I’ve broken our rules.” She sounds like she’s talking to herself more than to you. “From now on, I’ll never break the rules again. I’ll never feed off of you off schedule ever.”
And she tries. She really does try, but sometimes the tension between you two is unbearable. Sometimes, Caitlyn will shut herself in her room just to avoid giving in again. You’re doing okay physically though, as long as she doesn’t do it more than four times in a row. When you get dressed in the morning, or undressed at night, you’re body is littered in bruises and bite marks. She’s gotten into the habit of biting you in unconventional places. Your arms, thighs (a favorite), and more. Not all of them are from blood sucking, some are just hickies. Caitlyn’s tried to just mark you normally as a way of “simulating” what it’d be like to actually bite you. You never thought you’d be in a relationship with someone who craves you so carnally. You’ll spot her looking at you like she wants to eat you alive from time to time. Her ice blue eyes burn through you, making you feel bare and exposed before her. The lingering touches, the soft, quiet times, and even the violent, intense moments all combine to create an addicting kind of love.
It’s one of Whispers favorite things to do to interrupt a heavy kiss with a meow, before pouncing on either you or Caitlyn’s lap to whine for attention. Caitlyn would huff in frustration, but give in to the black cat and stroke her velvety-soft fur for a while.
You’ve gotten into the habit of waking up insanely early just to lie with Caitlyn as she goes to sleep for the day. You’ll lie there while she holds you close, like a child does their favorite toy. When she’s asleep, sometimes you’ll stay and just enjoy the early morning hours by her side. When whisper gets tired of waiting for breakfast, she’ll meow until you gently remove yourself from Caitlyn’s arms, and get started with your day.
C/w: smut. Fingering (r! receiving) oral (r! receiving) scissoring/grinding. Descriptions of blood and gore.
a/n: This chapter hurt to write bro💔
Summary: everything’s perfect. Too perfect.
playlist list: When The Devil Falls in Love- Hakdo, Ghost Waltz- Abel Korzeniowski, Menuet- Toshifumi Hinata, Eau De Vie (from Shiki great anime btw) by Bird of Pray, Dectrum- Yuki Kajiura, Requiem Agnus- Saint Saens
It was autumn now. The spring where your parents abandoned you felt far away now. The crisp October air brought a chill to the castle. Caitlyn didn’t notice at first, but she began to give you blankets and keep the fireplace ablaze when she did. “I can’t have you catch a cold, or worse a fever.” She said after buying you the most lavish blanket you’ve ever seen. You two had grown closer. Everything was perfect. There was nothing you would change about your life now.
“Don’t step on my feet!” Caitlyn giggled, holding you close as you danced in her study by the fireplace. “I’m trying! I’m not good at dancing with princesses I suppose.” Caitlyn shook her head and continued to stare at you lovingly. “You’ve gotten better though.” She motioned to your form. “I’ve been meaning to ask…have you gotten any more strange visions from the past?” She asked in reference to the incident in the ballroom. “When I think about it, no.” You hadn’t had strange supernatural experiences recently.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about something.” Caitlyn’s tone was lighthearted. She walked you to her loveseat and sat down with you on her lap. Her arms wrapped around your waist to pull you flush against her. She settled her chin on your shoulder. “I was thinking one of these nights, we should go out. Not anywhere dangerous, but just an outing between lovers.”
“Really? Where would we go?” Caitlyn paused to think. “Hmm, there’s many places we could go. A stroll in the woods, maybe the next village over since no one recognizes me there, or even the lake…” Her hands gently felt your waist, and she placed a light kiss on your shoulder. Somehow, planning an outing with Caitlyn turned into straddling her lap, while kissing with your hands in each others hair. Caitlyn’s hand pushed up your dress to stroke your thigh, and she squeezed it gently. When you finally pull away, Caitlyn chuckles. “I wish things could be like this forever. Just me and you.”
“Why can’t they be?” You responded. Caitlyn looks a little worried, but doesn’t answer. Her hands crawl up your back and she smiles. “Enough of my negativity. So, where do you want to go?”
“The lake.” You replied. “Then that’s where we’ll go.” Caitlyn moved you off of her lap and placed you next to her on the loveseat. She stood up and stretched before heading to the door. “We’ll go tomorrow night. Think of it as a date. A date between lovers.” She left with a happy smile on her face. Someone’s excited.
The next night, you’re feeling a little nervous for your first date with Caitlyn. You picked out a a gown that you think would match the scenario, found some pearls to decorate your neck with, and a beautiful hairpin that was just lying on the ground. You found it in the area of the castle Caitlyn told you not to go to. Hopefully she wouldn’t be able to tell. After using some makeup Caitlyn gifted you, and an exotic fragrance she also got for you from a traveling traders caravan, you were ready to go. Caitlyn loved to spoil you with lavish gifts, so you put them to good use.
This was your first actual date with her. It felt silly to be nervous, after all, you felt like your relationship was established. Either way, you wanted to impress her. After fussing with your hair some more, you finally felt like you were ready. Some doubts did creep in though. What if you did too much? Maybe you weren’t dressed nice enough, but you could also be underdressed. Snapping yourself out of it, you finally stood up. You did one more spin in front of your mirror before checking the time.
Caitlyn asked you to meet her at the front door at eight o’clock. It was currently seven fifty, so you made your way there. You found Caitlyn waiting for you in a nice dress of her own. When she noticed you, her eyes widened a bit, before softening. “You look beautiful. Using my gifts I see.” She took your hand and kisses it. “Thank you… You look beautiful too.” There was a small silence between the two of you, who were both relatively new to being truly in love. Caitlyn breaks the tension by opening the door. “Well, let’s go.”
“The walk to the lake isn’t that far. If I remember correctly, theres a rowboat we can use too.” She led you out of the castle, and you began to walk. The sounds of the forest at night provided a nice ambiance. You’d never get used to the way Caitlyn’s eyes glowed in the dark. The soft blue light didn’t help your vision though. Despite her own sight being okay, Caitlyn brought a lantern for you. “Are you scared?” Caitlyn asked. “The dark tends to be a common phobia.”
“Not right now. I might have been if I was alone.” You smiled at her, and continued to walk by her side. Caitlyn offered you her arm, which you took.
“It’s not much further.” She reassured you. When you and Caitlyn reached the lake, you gasped. It’s a lot prettier than you thought it would be. There were fireflies all around you, and water lilies danced on the surface. “Caitlyn…wow.” She looked to you and smiled. “It’s beautiful isn’t it? I thought you’d like it here. She led you to a modest sized rowboat, and helped you in. She set the lantern down in the center, and began to row.
“I underestimated you earlier. You look stunning.” Caitlyn smiled softly. “Spending time with you like this almost makes everything we’ve been through worth it.” You giggled in response, and smiled at her in return. “Thank you, that’s really sweet.”
“I will say, I found it quite unusual that you’re still unmarried. Not that I’m complaining of course.” Caitlyn commented. “Really? I’m not any special bachelorette.” Caitlyn shook her head as if the mere idea offended her. “Don’t say that! I’ve never met a woman like you in my life. If I were a peasant man from Crows-Wood, I’d have swept you off of your feet by now. You’re a catch. Don’t underestimate your value.”
“Thank you.” Was all you said in response to such an earnest answer.
Caitlyn sighed, and admired the nature around you both. “When I was a little girl, I used to come here all of the time. This lake looks glorious in the daylight. It’s a shame I’ll never see it shimmer in the sun again.” She brushed one hand along the waters surface. “You know, the other night I started crying.” She told you out of nowhere.
“Oh, are you okay? Did something happen?” She laughed softly. “No that’s not why I told you. I’m not supposed to be able to cry. I told you because it was all because of you. You moved me to tears, and yet, that’s not physically possible for a vampire.” She looked at you strangely then. Like she was curious about the affect you had on her. You on the other hand, were putting the pieces together. “Could that mean, there’s a way to break your curse?” Caitlyn froze. “I don’t know… I hope so. If anybody were to free me of this, I’d want it to be you.” Your heart fluttered at that. “I wonder if it’s really possible. You’ve been this way for quite some time.” Caitlyn agreed. “Yes, I’ve been around for a long time.”
“Can I ask you a strange question?” You said. Caitlyn tilted her head slightly, but nodded. “Of course, my love.”
“How old were you when you were turned?” Caitlyn paused to think. “Hmm, it’s been a long time since then. I suppose my body is physically twenty seven years old.” You took another glance at her again.
“You look younger.” Caitlyn laughed. “Thank you, dear. I would hope I don’t look one hundred and forty.”
“You’ve really been around for that long?” You were stunned. She nodded. “Yes. I’ve watched the world change and move on without me. It’s sort of a sad, lonely existence. That was until I met you.” Caitlyn continued to row as you looked around the scenery with awe. It truly was beautiful. You even spotted a frog on a lily pad.
“I suppose this is a nice time to talk.” Caitlyn said once the boat reached the center of the lake. “About what?” You inquired. “Well, I’ve been thinking about letting you leave.”
“What?”
“Letting you go. Something tells me that things will only get much worse for me. I don’t want to involve you anymore than you already are. It’s my fault there’s blood on your hands.”
“But Caitlyn, I love being with you!” You leaned forward, causing the boat to rock. “I do too. I love you more than anything I ever have in this world.” She took your hands in her own, and continued speaking while rubbing firm circles with her thumbs assuringly. “Sometimes, loving someone means doing the right thing for them. Even if it causes you despair.” Caitlyn was being serious. You wished she wasn’t. She squeezed your hands, and looked down at her lap. “Caitlyn…” Even though you were upset, her sentiment touched you. “I’m not saying you have to leave immediately, but I just know Crows-Wood isn’t finished with me.” As much as it pained you, you said “I understand.”
“Maybe it wasn’t the right time to talk… The mood’s kind of ruined now isn’t it?” Caitlyn laughed awkwardly. “No, it’s alright. I just wasn’t expecting that.” You tried to hide the tremble in your voice. Caitlyn grazed one of your cheeks with her cold hand, and brought you in for a long kiss right there in the center of the lake. The way the boat rocked gently made you hold onto her tighter. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” Caitlyn whispered in your ear.
When you And Caitlyn decided to go home for the night, the walk was quiet. The tense atmosphere from that conversation lingered, but so did the undeniable attraction between you two. As soon as you got through the doors of the castle, Caitlyn’s lips were on yours. “You look so beautiful tonight…I can’t help myself. Sorry.” Without much warning, she lifted you from the ground, and carried you all the way up to her bedroom. When she let you down, you sat down on the edge of her bed, and looked up at her expectantly. Caitlyn climbed on top of you, and just stayed there, observing everything about you up close. You were trying not to stare too hard at her chest, which was right in front of you. The dress she was wearing was rather low cut.
“You’re okay with this?” Caitlyn asked, tilting your head up with her fingers. When you nodded, she leaned in and kissed you. Her cold hands caressed your cheeks as she poured her entire soul into the kiss. It felt right, but there was an underlying sadness in it. It’s like Caitlyn knew that one day, she’d have to say goodbye.
Her hands moved from your cheeks to your shoulders, to your breasts, and finally moved you to the center of her bed. You stayed beneath her as she removed your dress, and eventually her own. “You’re so pretty…everything about you is.” She whispered. You already had some marks from Caitlyn, but things had never gone as far as you thought they were about to now. Your face felt hot. Caitlyn noticed and smiled at you. “Just relax, trust me.”
Caitlyn gently took your hand and placed it on her breast. “You can touch.” She assured you. Caitlyn settled on top of you, kissing you over and over again like she couldn’t stop. Once she finally sat up, she parted your legs with a smile. “Please don’t be afraid to speak up. I don’t know if I trust myself to make this pleasant for you. I have a history of prioritizing myself…” She looked a little nervous.
Caitlyn started to slowly rub your clit, watching your body for any kind of reaction. “You’re beautiful here too…” She cooed, before slipping a finger inside your soaked entrance. The coolness of her skin felt strange at first inside you, but once she started to move her finger, you were in bliss. Needy moans and whimpers spilt from your lips, pleasing Caitlyn greatly. “You sound so adorable…I love it when you make noises like this.” Caitlyn whispered, lying down next to you with her finger still inside. She added another one and pumped them in and out faster. “Cait..” you gasped. She looked like she’s in as much pleasure as you. “Yes? Does that feel nice?” You don’t even question when she put her head on your chest. You already knew why she was doing it. “Your heart is beating so fast. Maybe this is what I should’ve done the whole time.” She nuzzled your chest.
“Caitlyn!…oh..” you grabbed onto her shoulders to steady yourself. When you were moments from finishing, Caitlyn suddenly bit you. You were startled, but the mix of her powerful venom and the pleasure you were already feeling was just too much. Your nails were digging into her skin as you came. Caitlyn moaned into your neck, enjoying the taste of your post orgasm blood. She stopped feeding from you and slipped her fingers out, bringing them to her lips to suck the remnants of your release.
“I think that’s the best you’ve ever tasted…Did you enjoy that? Darling?” Her hands held your face as she brought you into a kiss. Your body felt so heavy. Caitlyn lifted you so your body is sat up on her pillows. She kissed your forehead before moving between your legs, lifting one over each shoulder. Because of Caitlyn’s venom, every touch felt like sparks against your skin. When her long tongue passed over your slit, you were already quivering. “The venom heightens your senses… This probably feels really good right now.” Caitlyn whispered, before licking you again. “Caitlyn, please..” you whined. Obliging, Caitlyn spread you open with her fingers and inserted her tongue. Vampire tongues are longer than human tongues. You remembered seeing their severed heads in the village. Tongues winding and hissing. Your fingers were wrapped in her hair, and you couldn’t help but move you hips against her face. Caitlyn merely smiled, and kept going. She was acutely aware of her supernatural anatomy. Her fingers pinched and teased your clit while her tongue moved around inside you. Your body tensed with another orgasm, and Caitlyn hummed in delight.
She pulled her tongue out, making you mewl, and kissed you deeply, intertwining her tongue with yours. You could taste yourself on her. She pulls away from you and lifts one of your legs straight up by the thigh. “Who would’ve thought I’d have found myself here with the girl who became my unwilling companion?” She mused as she sat herself on your other leg, and allowed for the one she lifted to rest on her shoulder. You stifled a gasp when her clit bumped against yours. Caitlyn only repeated that motion, moving her hips at a moderate pace to grind herself against you. Caitlyn’s other hand reached down to run vertically down your stomach. “Caitlyn!” You gasped each time your cores met.
“You’re beautiful… ” Caitlyn’s voice was breathy, and the thigh she was sitting on was wet. Caitlyn looked like she was trying to keep herself composed for your sake, but the pleasure on her face is evident. She was holding onto your lifted leg tighter, using it as leverage to grind herself against you at a faster pace. “Heavens…” Caitlyn rasped. She looked entranced by you. In awe of your pleasure, and face. “Tell me you love me.” She said suddenly, taking you out of the moment a tad. “What?” Your head was spinning. You could barely think beyond the sex.
“Just say it!” She sounded desperate. Caitlyn’s grip on your thigh was starting to hurt a little. “Please…” She whined. “I love you, Caitlyn.” You said. It seemed that’s all she needed to push herself over the edge. Her elegant, calm demeanor is nowhere to be seen as she reached her climax with you. After catching her breath, she just flopped on top of you, legs still intertwined. She simply held you close with a content sigh. “Was I too much?” She questioned after some silence. “No, not at all. I’ve just never seen you so…unrefined?” You weren’t sure how to say it. “I love you.” She whispered. You felt her tongue pass over where she bit you. “Caitlyn? Are you really going to make me leave?” You felt her tense against you.
“I…don’t know anymore. I still think it’s what’s safest for you, but the selfish woman in me wishes for you to stay forever.” She breathed in the sent of your hair, and continued. “I know you want to stay. I’ll consider it. In the end, I just want you to be safe. I hate involving you in my mess.” You yawned, feeling the wave of exhaustion hit you. Caitlyn noticed. She always did. “Sleep, darling. We can talk about this matter some more another time.” She brushed her hand over your face to close your eyelids. You spent the night in her arms.
One night, you were in your bedroom reading The Kiramman Vampire to see if there was anything about breaking Caitlyn’s curse. There weren’t many more pages left. It was sadly unlikely you’d receive an answer.
I’ve looked into many methods to free our family from this ailment, but so far,
That’s where it stopped. Incomplete. You were on your own now. You closed the book, and silently thanked Cassandra. You wondered if you would’ve liked her. If she would’ve approved of your love for her daughter. Just then, Caitlyn opened the door. “Love? Are you awake?” She looked around before her eyes settled on you. “I just finished your mothers book.” Caitlyn hummed, and came to sit next to you. “It’s not much of an ending. She died before she could really finish it. I wonder what else she had to say.” She leaned on your shoulder, sighing deeply. You placed your hand on top of hers and squeezed gently. “I just came to see you.” She admitted.
“Anything else?” You asked, knowing she wanted something else. “I just wanted to dance with you again.” Not what you expected. “Oh. Yes that’s fine.” You sat up, and stood to dance with her.
The waltz was slow, intimate, and quiet. Caitlyn stared straight into your eyes, and held your waist so gently, as if you would break if she squeezed too hard. “Is there a reason you like this so much? We dance almost every night.” You asked her. Caitlyn’s gaze softened as she thought. “I think I just enjoy holding you like this. The silence, the intimacy…” she trailed off, leaning down to grace your lips with a soft kiss.
“You treat me like a princess.” You giggled. “You’re more princess like than I ever was.” She stopped the dance, and kissed the back of your hand. Caitlyn led you to your bed and sat you down, peeling your nightgown off of your shoulders to suck a hickey into the skin of your neck. She wanted to bite you. You could tell because she wouldn’t stop marking you up. You were fine with it though, and allowed her to continue the slow worship of your body. “Is it bad?” You asked in reference to her urges. “Mhm.” Caitlyn answered, nibbling around your breast gently. Her oral fixation was kind of cute when she became clingy like this. It happened more often than actual biting did now. “You just taste so good…” She murmured. “I wish I could bite you.” She hugged you close, and nibbled on your cheek.
“Is all of this some sort of compliment?” You giggled at the strange display of affection. “Yes, it could be received as a compliment. You could say I find you very desirable.” Her hands moved to cup and squeeze your chest. “And quite appetizing.” She snuck in. You looked over at her, and just admired her for a moment. Caitlyn seemed surprised by your sudden tender gaze. Her eyes looked all around the room nervously, then she looked away. “Hey,” you gently took her face in your hands and turned it back to you.
It was warm.
Was she blushing? “Caitlyn, you’re…” She noticed too. Her eyes are slightly widened in shock, and her lips are parted. Her cheeks were a soft peachy color. Neither of you could speak from just how surprised you both were. Suddenly, Caitlyn engulfed you in a hug, making you both fall back onto your bed. “Thank you…” she whispered. “For reminding me of how life is meant to feel.” She was crying. That’s two things she shouldn’t be able to do. “Caitlyn, do you think that your curse is reversing?”
“Reversing? I’m not sure… But I feel so strange.”
“Hm…do you think it’s possible to turn you back?”
“Perhaps…I don’t care right now. Let me lie with you.”
You settled into her grasp, and cuddled her back. Soon enough, you were sleep in her arms. Waking up the next day, you watched yourself in the mirror as you got dressed. You’d be lying if you said that seeing the evidence of Caitlyn’s desire for you all over your body wasn’t arousing. Even after you put your gown on, your shoulders and neck were exposed, leaving much of Caitlyn’s markings exposed.
You thought back to the strange phenomenon of Caitlyn’s warm cheeks last night. “You know, the other night I started crying.” That’s what she said during your date at the lake. Caitlyn’s been experiencing human functions again, but why? As much as you wanted the reason to be your reciprocated love, it just seemed too cliche to be true. You were a rational girl after all. Unfortunately, not everything was saved with “true loves kiss.” If only Cassandra had finished her book. Maybe it would put you more at ease.
As the day dragged on into afternoon, you had a strange, feeling in your stomach. It felt vaguely nostalgic, like something was about to change. Deciding to listen, you went to Caitlyn’s rose garden to look at it again. It truly was beautiful. It was clear she cared for her flowers very much. You can even see where she cut them for another bouquet for you.
The day felt strange. You walked around the whole castle just to take it in for what felt like the last time. You’d spent a lot of time here. In truth, it had only been around six months. It felt like this was exactly where you were meant to be. You watched the sun set as your feeling of dread increased. You didn’t know what was wrong, but something felt off.
“Are you alright?” Caitlyn appeared behind you once the moon was up. “I don’t know…” You admitted, leaning on the balcony. “What do you mean?” Caitlyn tilted her head, trying to understand. “I just feel like something is about to happen. Something that’s going to change everything.” Caitlyn hummed. “I see… Perhaps you’re catching a cold. Let me take you to bed.” Caitlyn scooped you up bridal style, and took you to bed. After changing you, and tucking you in, she kissed your nose affectionately. “Please do not be worried. I’m sure everything will be just fine.” She spent some more time with you until you fell asleep.
It began with the sound of banging. The faint “heave, ho!” coming from the castle entrance woke you. Caitlyn was no longer in bed with you. You stood up slowly and rushed to the window. When you checked outside into the dark night, it looked as if the entirety of Crows-Wood was outside the castle. Pitchforks and torches glowed in the moonlight. The sight instantly shot a pang of adrenaline through you, and you instantly went searching for Caitlyn. They were here to put her down for good. Their numbers told you that much. They were trying to break down the door, and it was beginning to give in. With every hit from the log they were using, the door creaked and weakened.
You were downstairs when the door finally gave way, and burst open suddenly. People flooded inside. The sound of cheering and screaming filled your ears as the mob rushed around you. You were trying to stay out of their sights when you locked eyes with an all too familiar man. “My daughter!” Your father ran towards you in a desperate attempt to reunite, but you ran away, deeper into the castle. You didn’t want to go back. Not after everything. What would they do to Caitlyn?
You ran as fast as you could through the castle, looking for Caitlyn everywhere. “Wait! Why are you running!?” Your father yelled as he caught up, grabbing your wrist. “Wait!” He pleaded as you tried to escape his grasp. “I have to find Caitlyn! You don’t understand, they’ll kill her!”
“Let them. She’s the reason our family has been torn apart.” He muttered. “No! She’s treated me with more kindness than any of you ever have! I’m not going back to that cursed town! Ever!” You pulled harder. “She’s hypnotized you! None of it’s real! She’s manipulating you!” Your father was shouting now. You pulled your wrist from his grasp, and stumbled backwards. “I don’t know what could be more manipulative and cowardly than drugging your daughter and hauling her away to save your own skin!” You shouted. The rage in your voice was startling, even to you.
“How am I meant to come back to a family that saw me as mere cannon fodder for your own mistakes!? I’m never coming back! Not when I’ve found someone who would never turn her back on me!” And with that, you turned and ran. You didn’t care if she had you hypnotized. You loved her. She could be manipulating you, but you didn’t care anymore. You heard your father scream in frustration “LIGHT IT UP!”, but he was gone when you looked back.
That’s when you smelled it. Smoke. You had to hurry. Everything was going too well for you and Caitlyn. Of course something wrong like this had to happen. Soon enough, the flames were everywhere. You hadn’t found Caitlyn, and no sign of Whisper either. You hid from the mob as they ransacked Caitlyn’s slowly burning castle. Your hand absentmindedly floated to your neck, and you sighed in relief when you realized Caitlyn’s family crest necklace was still adorning your neck. You’d have to leave Cassandra’s book behind though. There’s no way it was safe to go and get it.
The heat was becoming unbearable. You stumbled through the halls, coughing and calling out for Whisper and Caitlyn. “Whisper? Caitlyn! Please, we have to get out! I’m not leaving without you!” The cat soon appeared, but there was no Caitlyn. Holding Whisper against your chest, you desperately continued your search. The smoke was nearly blinding, but you wouldn’t, couldn’t, leave without her. “Caitlyn! Caitlyn where are you!” The sound of the flames was so loud, you couldn’t even hear your own screams. That’s when you spotted the trail of bodies. Blood was everywhere, and so were limbs. A faint trail of bloody footsteps was all that was left.
Caitlyn.
She was definitely behind this. She must have had an encounter with a group, and killed then all. Every now and then, you were reminded of how much harm she’s capable of. As you follow the trail of blood and bodies, a heavy realization sets in. You recognized all of them. Every single one of them were villagers you knew. The grouchy old woman who sold those eggs to you that fateful day. She was now permanently screaming, clutching a wooden cross. The farmer’s hand, your fathers best friend, and even a friend you grew up with all lay dead in front of you. All victims of Caitlyn. You were crying now. Why did all of this have to happen? Why couldn’t they just leave you and Caitlyn alone forever? Why did people have to die, and get hurt when all Caitlyn wanted was solitude? When you finally made your way to the ballroom, she was standing there in the center, looking up at the chandelier.
“Get out of here. You’ll die if you stay.” She said quietly like she knew you were behind her. The fire hadn’t quite reached the ballroom completely, but it’s like she was waiting for it to. “What? I’m not leaving without you!” You followed her inside and pulled her arm. She wouldn’t budge. “Please! You can’t stay, Caitlyn please!” You pulled her arm with all of your might, but she wouldn’t move. “What’s the point? When the sun rises, I’ll be… This place was all I had.” She sounds utterly broken.
“We’ll find somewhere to hide! I promise! Please Caitlyn!” She looked down at your tear stained face, and stroked your cheek before petting the cat. “Leave. I don’t want anymore death on my hands. I’m tired of this. Of living.” You only cried more. “You can’t leave me! Please Caitlyn. I love you.” Caitlyn looks shocked. “You saw what I did to all of those people! I’ve done such horrible, irreparable things! Why? Why try and save me?” You wiped your tears and sniffled. “I don’t know! Let’s just get out of here, please!” Caitlyn looked at you like you were the only thing existing in her world. For a moment, the fire was gone. Caitlyn nodded slowly, and lifted you into her arms. She’s faster than you, so you let her get you out. “Smoke isn’t good for humans.” is all she said.
“Over here!”
“Did she get away?”
“Where’s the girl?”
The shouting of the mob was getting closer once you and Caitlyn found your way outside. You were coughing, and Caitlyn was weakened by her own grief. You both stumbled into the woods, to hide and catch your breath. You watched as the surviving villagers threw torches on the castle, whooping and hollering. Caitlyn was watching it all, devastated. You couldn’t help but be sad too. You had such fond times in there. There were still so many secrets you didn’t understand about the castle. Along with Cassandra’s book, which was sadly left inside.
“See? We got out just fine. Everything’s going to be all right. I’ll find a way out of this.” You said to Caitlyn, but she was just staring at her home engulfed in flames. “Caitlyn…” you placed a hand on her shoulder. “Why do you insist on staying with me?” She said dryly. She didn’t sound upset or mad at all. “You should go home. All these people came to save you from my clutches.”
“I’m not trying to escape you. How evil can people be? Burning down your home in the middle of the night like this?” Even as you defended her, Caitlyn looked from the castle to you with tears in her eyes.
“Why are you sad for me? Who do you think is truly evil here? The bloodsucker who’s been slowly killing this village for who knows how long? The demon that stole someone’s daughter for her own pleasure? The one who killed all those people seconds ago? Or the people who try to kill her almost every night, because they’re scared of her? They have every right to be. Every right…” Caitlyn’s eyes are filled with tears. “I don’t know why you insist on staying. I’m a danger to you, even if I claim to love you. A beast…”
“Caitlyn, please! Don’t say-”
“I don’t deserve your sympathy, or even you for that matter. I’m a monster. I’m a demon who deserves everything she’s getting. And come sunrise, I’ll get the final punishment I deserve.” She hugged you tightly, and kissed your forehead. “Thank you for everything. You’re the most wonderful girl I’ve ever met. I realize now that I never deserved happiness with you. Live a happy life, and forget me.” She squeezed you tighter, while you desperately grabbed at her dress. “Please Caitlyn! Don’t go they’ll kill you!” She sighed. “Maybe that’s for the best. I’m tired of fighting.”
“We don’t have to fight! We can run away, hide somewhere safe, and just live-” Just as it looked like Caitlyn was considering your idea, a sudden shout ruined the moment. “There!” It came from behind you. You looked arrive you, but it was too late. The mob had you surrounded. One woman charged, hollering “Vampire! Vampire!” And the rest descended in a flurry of pitchforks and torches. You couldn’t even comprehend what was happening because it was all going so fast. You saw Caitlyn being forced onto the ground, head hung low in shame. Before you could do anything, an ear ringing pain bloomed from the back of your head, and your world went black.
