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This popped in my head at 1 am as I randomly remembered vampmatsus. So have some kinda sad Vampire Choro x Reader (also please be warned, there’s some hypnotizing here! just making sure yall know :>)

“You’ll stay with me forever...won’t you?” you asked softly, shuddering out softly when he lapped at the fresh bite wounds. The gloved hand at your other shoulder tensed considerably and you felt his breath ease off of your neck. This feeling was nothing foreign, you’d been doing this dance with him for years now. You loved him, there was no denying it - he noticed the saccharine swirl when he tasted you. But love was something a man like him could not give you. Choromatsu was afraid it would come to this.

He whispered, “What brought this on?” and he was afraid to catch your gaze; afraid of what he might see. Your wistful sigh drifted into his ears, “...I know you know, Choromatsu.” The nightcrawler lowered his head in shame, long lock of hair falling over an eye. It was true, he’d known for so long now. Not from just the blood, but everything else as well. The long looks you gave him when you thought he wasn’t looking, the way your hand would fall over his as he drained droplet by droplet of your sanguine sweetness. He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t care about you...but therein lay the problem.

“I can’t give you what you want,” Choromatsu said abruptly, turning on his heel so his back faced you. Approaching him slowly, your hand merely touched his back and you felt his whole body turn rigid. Your fingers retreated; biting your lip you dared ask, “Why...W-Why not...?”

He clenched his fist and slowly released it in a heavy sigh, “...I’d outlive you.”

Your head perked up at his words. Boldly, you took a step forward, “Choromatsu, you know how you could turn me and -” “You know that’s not guaranteed.”

You persisted, “I know, but if we just tried it,” and his eyebrows knit together, “I could stop you if I felt like -” “I’m not willing to take that risk.”

Still you would not let it, your own hands balling into fists now, “How would you know if we didn’t try-”

“I WON’T KILL YOU!” he shouted, facing you finally. His fangs were at full length, frustration visible in his features. Choromatsu drew back immediately however at the realization of your stunned expression. Gingerly he took your hands, the rough texture of his aged gloves brushing down the length of your fingers.

“I’ve...lived for so long now...” his eyes roamed over your hands, searching for something inside himself you couldn’t begin to place, “you aren’t the first to know me, and you won’t be the last.”

He trembled slightly, squeezing your palms a little tighter now, “And it’s not like I haven’t tried...there are have been plenty attempts...” Choromatsu bit his lip, “But no matter what I did...They never...”

It made sense now. Why he’d always drink just enough for his fill - just shy of the boundary it took to turn you into one of his kind.

“...I can’t lose you. You’ve been too good to me.”

Tears welled in the vampire’s eyes as he finally met your gaze. They were riddled with sadness, yet deep within them, lay a hefty decision. “That’s why...” and he took a step back, splaying out his cape from behind him, “I have to do this...”

His hand swiftly wrapped around the edge of his cape and he easily brought his arm up to cover half of his face, his eyes being the only thing visible. A chill ran down your spine, “ “Choromatsu! No...!”

Trails of crystalline soared down his pale cheeks, though his eyes remained trained on you. Slowly his dark hues lit up to take on a crimson color, entrancing in beauty as it took hold of you. You felt your eyelids grow heavy; your spirit fought his hypnotic gaze, but not for long, “Choro...matsu...” you slurred, fingers twitching to will themselves to touch him, “pl...please...don...t...do this...”

He narrowed his eyes, swallowing the sob that crawled up his throat. In a shaky whimper, “I need you...to forget me.” You seemed like you wanted to protest, but under his spell, your words finally ceased. When he was sure you were under, he approached cautiously. Your chin was gently grasped by his hand, and he took a good look at you one last time.

“Forget me...my love.”

You would wake up in the morning nestled under your covers. You couldn’t remember how you got there. The bite marks that once embellished your skin would cease to exist. He made sure it stayed that way, erasing every trace of him as he set off to wander another world without you.

You would inexplicably feel a great deal of sadness every time you saw the color green.