Dance of the Blood Moon Ball // The Brutal King // Caius x Vampire! Reader.
A/N: Caius has joined the dance and he’ll be claiming what is rightfully his! What a wild character. Like, he doesn’t even have a super cool gift or anything, he’s just so fucking crazy and that’s what makes him powerful. Love that freak.
Pairing: King Caius x Vampire! Reader.
Song: The Vampire Masquerade (Peter Gundry)
“I am in a sea of wonders. I doubt. I fear. I think strange things, which I do not dare confess to my own soul!”
Simply a shadow, a nobody, nothing of any importance to the Volturi, and that was how you preferred it. Since the night you had been turned from mortal to monster, you’d been told that reticence was the safest way to live out your eternity.
The Volturi, you had been told, were vicious.
Beautiful and terrible all at the same time, alluring and yet, utterly dangerous to even the strongest of vampires. It was wise to avoid them completely, if you could manage such a thing. So you did, living your eternal life as a nomad. From one small, gray city to another you went, staying for a little while before vanishing once more. Never did you stay long enough to steal attention (though your unnatural beauty made such a feat rather difficult), never did you make a single friend or, luckily, a foe. You had lived in utter seclusion, nothing more then a foggy memory in some far away mind.
Which is why you were so shocked to find the invitation waiting for you in the rough little motel room that you had recently been calling your temporary home.
The black box had been placed on the fold out couch (how had anyone even managed to enter?), a gilded invitation placed on top of it. The golden calligraphy was elegant and shimmering…and you knew at once that it was not a request.
The Volturi never requested anyone’s presence, they so sweetly demanded it.
All who were unfortunate enough to be invited were, as you knew, expected to attend the Blood Moon Ball.
You would dance, you would drink, and then, as soon as the golden sun began to rise, you would vanish like a shadow once more. Deep down you hoped that once more you would be forgotten, at least until the next ball…
And so you were here, hiding in the darkness of the candlelit ballroom and wishing that you might be anywhere else besides this lavish castle. The gown they had so kindly provided made you feel like a queen, it was perhaps the nicest thing you’d ever owned. A simple black dress, long and strapless, was covered by a sheer black cloak that hung low and long. All along the fabric were glittering pictures; bare trees with skeletal limbs reaching towards your heart, thorny roses intertwined with one another, deer racing through the trees with wolves lingering close behind, and black birds flying through an imagined night.
You were terribly beautiful, something that even the glittering black mask nor inky shadows could not hide, no matter how you tried.
Perhaps that was what had drawn him to you.
From among the dancing figures came a frightening creature. Swathed entirely in black, from the long velvet cloak hung across his shoulders to the hideous mask, he looked like a shadow come to life, come to dance! The black mask he wore was that of a snarling monster, maw pulled back to reveal silver painted teeth. Strings of silver hung across his chest, strung from shoulder to shoulder and glittering with every careful step. From behind furious eyes, a frightening milky red looked within your golden eyes, pale blonde almost white hair hanging down his back.
Dancers figures parted for him at once and, as though he floated rather the walked through the crowd, he came with an obvious purpose:
At once, at the very sight of him, there was a stirring deep inside of you.
It was a hushed whisper of a feeling, a hurried rustling in the deepest part of your unbeating heart, a pushing and pulling that you could neither understand nor explain. So when the man reached a rough but pale hand out to you….you accepted the invitation.
Spinning you slowly, the vampire held you tightly, as though he feared that you might slip away in the blink of an eye.
Red eyes burned brightly!
A gloved hand held your own, his grip tight and cold and cruel. The hand that had come to rest upon the small of your back pulled you closer, pressing you to a glacial heart as you spun through the crowd of masked monsters. The other was wrapped around your own hand, velvet covered fingers intertwined with yours. His grip was tight and his touch, despite the layer of black fabric, still managed to make you both shiver and burn all at once.
Faster and faster you danced, unable to flee from this strange man. Skirts spinning like savage shadows, you twirled and twisted so gracefully. It felt, you though, almost like a possession, as though your body was being lead about on puppet strings. As you danced on and on, the feeling inside of you was growing, rising and swelling like a summer storm.
The crowd stole long glances, sometimes towards you and sometimes towards your partner. Dreamy humans wondered who (or what) you might be, hungry vampires laughed viciously and whispered amongst one another in low voices.
But if he cared at all, it never showed. Eyes locked upon you, the stranger kept on dancing.
Dancing and dancing until one song ended and blended into the next; until your body burned with pain and ached with every step; until you could take it no longer!
Pulling away so suddenly, you nearly fell into the crowd of dancers as you jolted back from the stranger. He seemed stunned, you both were. Such disobedience was unfounded, unexpected, and you nearly regretted it. Anger flashed through his pale red eyes and at that…you ran. Through the crowd, away from the spinning dancers, away from the masked musicians, away from all of it! You ran and ran through the dark hallways of the castle and for one small, fleeting moment, you almost felt safe….until you heard it.
It echoed through the pitch black halls, growing louder and louder as you ran. Quickly, you felt the stranger’s presence once more, following furiously after you and although you were quite fast…he was much faster!
“Darling!” He screamed, laughing still as he raced after you. “Darling, don’t run!”
One glamorous hall became another, gold and silver statues now the ones to watch your dance of fear, their faces frozen in wonder and horror, unable to help you. Running through the maze of, The tall windows let the moonlight spill in, red and beautiful and bloody. It only excited your utter terror as you ran wildly, hoping for some way out of this.
A sharp scream escaped your lips as you were suddenly tackled from behind, pushed roughly into the ornate walls by his strength.
Ripping away his mask, the man revealed his true self. The mask of the beast fell and shattered into dark shards, revealing the beautiful creature that lay hidden beneath it. He was, perhaps, both the loveliest and most hideous thing that you had ever seen. Pale, snowy skinned and red eyed, his almost-white hair hung around a beautiful face like ice from trees. Dark red lips burst into a wild grin, his long teeth shining in the blood red light. And all at once, you knew just who you had been dancing with:
The killer, the conqueror, the brutal king!
All of the warnings that had been whispered in your ear came rushing back, now twisted into a rising scream. But beneath the scream, there was something else. A whispering, a rustling, that same strange feeling came again, swelling inside of your very soul. Like the wave rising far above the sandy earth, you could feel it about to come crashing down upon you, threatening to destroy everything you had once known.
And you could do nothing to fight it.
A strange sound fell from his lips, half a sigh of contentment and half a hungry growl. Leaning low and far too close, Caius pressed a wintry kiss to your collarbone and said in no more then a muffled murmur,
Another kiss quickly followed the first, creating an icy river up your neck as the king pressed his body close to yours. Clawing into the wall behind you, long and deep scratches were left in the pale wall as he kissed and kissed and kissed you.
“That pushing and pulling!” He said with a rasped laugh. “Can you feel the grip upon your soul, bringing you to me?”
The only reply was a weak, hot whimper as he kissed your jaw, a wolfish smile coming across his pretty face. It was, at least to him, an answer enough. And it was in some way a confirmation of the very thing that you could not seem to be able to put into words. Deep down, you knew what this was, what you were:
The very thing you’d wondered about, hoped for, dreamed and dreamed of for so, so long. You had always wanted and wished for a mate and now…now you finally had one.
And despite your abject terror, you could not help but feel overjoyed.
Rising up, Caius hovered over you, rose red lips just barely brushing against your own in a flush of freezing cold. Pale hands came to wrap around your waist, pulling your hips against his as you sighed into him…and finally he kissed you. Closing your eyes, you kissed the king back and found yourself falling and falling…
And you didn’t know where.
Perhaps it was into the darkness, somewhere so dark and so deep that you might never find your way out ever again. But in this moment, in this perfect kiss, you just didn’t care. Wrapping your arms around him, you clung to the velvet and feel deeper into the abyss that was Caius. Suddenly feeling yourself being picked up and moved but you cared not.
Again and again you kissed Caius, forgetting everything in the world as you did. And when you next opened your golden eyes, you found yourself elsewhere.
It was a bedroom, large and dark and drafty. Ornate furniture, black and silver, set about the room with old paintings tucked over the red walls. The canopy bed was draped in sheer fabric, shades of black and red and silver flowing in a breeze. Set upon the silk sheets, your hair was splayed out beneath you in a sea of tangles. Caius loomed over you, a sharp smile upon his pretty face.
A nomad, a shadow, nothing. For centuries you had hidden away in the shadows only to be thrust so suddenly into the night. And now you were a queen!
The queen of the brutal king!
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