synopsis: upon stumbling across an old, dilapidated building site on the way home from a night out with your friends, you soon find out that it is the residence of old, cunning vampire, james, the same vampire who has been stalking you for the past 4 years. eventually, whilst exploring his crypt, you find things that surprise even you.
pairing: vampire james x black fem! human reader, suggestive themes
authors note: this is lowkey kinda fast paced and clunky, but im working on my writing đ also prt2 of this coming out very soon
inspired by buffy the vampire slayer when buffy found a big shrine of pictures of her that spike made đđ
you were never quite the biggest fan of shortcuts, but after your best friend had recommended a more quick and easy route to reach home that didnt involve having to walk endlessly for 45 minutes, you knew it would be hard to resist that incredibly tempting opportunity.
you couldnt help but be angry at yourself, that you allowed yourself to stay out so late to the point where there were no signs of transport to take home. no buses, no taxis, no nothing. your brother had even warned you. after you looked up from your phone before you left the party to find 20 missed calls from him, you knew you had overstepped your boundaries instantly, and was going to get a huge scolding when you returned home.
you dragged yourself along the walkway, the silver moon illuminating the tiles ahead of you. it was quite chilly this night, the weather never failing to remind you that you should have worn something less revealing, the slit on your dress uplifting every few moments to reveal your thighs, in which you had to use your scarf to cover it up. luckily enough for yourself, nobody was around for miles to witness this travesty.
thankfully, your trust within your friend was validated as your felt yourself inching closer and closer to your home, as the more familiar buildings and houses began to become more visible in sight. the street lamps, which were still turned on, being the only form of nightlife left, in comparison to all the closed restaraunts with dimmed lights and unopened windows. you let out a deep sigh of relief, your lungs inhaling the fresh, crisp autumn air. you were finally safe.
suddenly, a twig snapped in the distance. you snapped around rapidly, scanning the scenery for any signs of life around you. a small, yet swift figure zoomed past into the forest ahead of you, almost as if it was afraid of something behind it. it had been close enough to you for long enough to make out the shape of a small stray dog.
you were always a big animal lover. dogs, cats, the whole lot. due to this, you had pondered on whether or not to investigate what was going on; because by the looks of it, the thought of you knowing that you were willingly letting a stray dog become endangered without helping it rubbed you the completely wrong way. but then again, you had also remembered the fact that it was a necessity for you to head home.
as you considered the fact that you were almost home anyway, you realised that a few minutes of exploring a forest to save an endangered stray dog wouldnât be the worst thing in the world. and with that, you made a right, and hauled yourself towards the forest.
soil had already coated the entirety of your heels, burrowing deep into your toes. you had soon realised that these really werenât a suitable choice of footwear that should be used to explore a forest late at night, whether or whether not you had just been partying an hour before. carefully, you braced yourself with every few steps. trudging through through the forest, taking long strides over the damaged vegetation and broken trees. absolutely no visible evidence of the stray dog that had once zoomed past you on the main road could be found within this forest.
you searched through bushes, through trees, though tree logs, for what felt like hours. it had even gotten so extreme to the point where your once glamorous bun, had shrivelled up into a sweaty, unclean mess around your head. you had been so confused at this point; it had led you to wonder whether you had been hallicinating this entire time, or whether what you had experienced was genuinely real. and the deeper you entered into the forest, the more you started losing your sanity.
you had reached a large patch of greenery that was disconnected from the rest, swarmed with tall, overgrown branches and brambles, looking so out of place, nothing like the rest of the forest. it was an open space, darker and more gloomy, surrounded by aged, greyish grasses. it stretched into densely tangled structure, almost houselike. with curiosity getting the best of you, you had walked around it, searching for any nooks and crannies, within some of the empty holes.
surprisingly enough, an open space, free of all brambles and thorns, housed a worn out, rusted lone door, slightly ajar enough to the point where a small beam of moonlight shone through. you pressed your ear closely against the wood, listening in for any noises. silence. with a shaky hand, you gently pushed the door open, ensuring that it wouldnt collide with the wall next to it, revealing you as a disrespectful intruder for any possible inhabitants of this area. a short black staircase was revealed ahead of you, leading into what seemed like a basement like structure. you couldnât really see much from where you stood; so you knew that if you really wanted to explore what lay before you, you would need to go further in. way further in.
you placed one foot on a stair, testing its stability to ensure that you wouldnât fall through. nothing. you placed your other foot on the stair and stood still for a few seconds, making sure to shift your entire weight onto it, testing the waters. nothing again. as you were around ninety nine percent sure that walking on this staircase wasnât a free death trap, you made your way down cautiously, stopping every few moments to make sure that you were stable enough on your heels.
once you had finally made it all the way down, you looked around in awe. an orange light illuminated the entire room, contrasting well with a little brown bookshelf adorned with many books of different shapes. a little candle lay next to it, the wax incredibly worn out, pretty much melted, with its flame still unblown, which was probably where the warm, earthy cinnamon scent was coming from. it all seemed like a facade to house something more secretive; as it was impossible to hide the crumbling stone ceilings, dirty cobwebs, and thick layers of dust in some corners. no matter how strong the cinammon scent was, it was no match for the pungent, metallic scent of blood that was destroying your nostrils. it was as if this place had been around for decades with how old and tattered some of these features were.
it had been nothing like any ordinary house, no windows, blocking out any and all forms of sunlight, isolated from the rest of humanity in a little crook seperated from the rest of a dingy little forest in the middle of a small town. quite predatory in a sense, especially with the fact that it looked ten times bigger on the inside than it did on the outside.
you walked further and further forward, scanning the scenery for anything else that peaked your interest, finding it hard to look for anything else that was worthy of fascinating you. old music records, aged wine bottles, old decor took up places on shelves and cupboards. nothing else took your attention other than a big, long beige cloak that took up a large corner. it was almost as if it was hiding many things beneath it, as you found it incredibly unconventional for a person to have a big cloak covering a small section of their house. at one point you didnât even want to look under there; wondering whether you would find something completely frightening that would be a sign for you to run out right now and return home, or whether it was something that would ensure that your visit lasts a little bit longer. but this area felt entirely different from everywhere else.
slowly, you held onto the material, the feeling rough and sandpaper like within your hand. the material was decaying, old and tattered, and slightly heavy. with a small light tug, you pulled it down, your heart suddnely stopping with a sharp panging in your stomach. you stood in awe, baffled by what lay in front of you. what was strange once, had become a thousand times stranger.
pictures of you, printed and hand drawn were scattered across the wall; some in black and white, some coloured. but not only that. old clothes that went missing in the past, for example, your blue cashmere sweater, and even your old baby pink panties that you once had.
it had been a huge question as to who would have had even been as downright disgusting and obsessive enough to even go to the extreme lengths of having to steal your clothes. well, one person would.
taken aback, you stumbled backwards slowly. you knew you had overstayed your welcome. you had cursed yourself, wished that you hadnât been as curious enough as to enter a crazy, creepy stalkers lair. but thankful enough to know that you had a target on your back, and you needed to watch out for it. maybe it would have been better if you had just headed straight home after all.
as you were about to run off for good, you felt a sharp, strong small attack your nose, a string small of cologne and aftershave, easily distinguishable throughout the smell of blood and cinammon. it seemed to be from way above you. and from that moment forward, it had become clear that house were not alone in this house.
âsee anything interesting?â, a sharp masculine voice boomed throughout the scenery, commanding and cocky.
you looked up quickly, a man looming above you, standing tall and confident. a smirk riddled his face, as if he knew what he was doing. he realised he had just gotten caught by you. but by his expression, he didnât care. not one bit. by now, you had just realised it. he was the perpetrator behind all of this. no wonder his face was so familiar.
the crazy, impulsive, egotistical vampire that you had known for years. a close friend of your brothers. you had met him before. he had always seemed quite too friendly towards you in every single case; he was touchy, overprotective and posessive, but you would have never thought he would stoop as low as to do this. but it had all made sense.
your brother had obviously invited him into your guysâ house, as he was a vampire. he had told you and your brother of his identity as a vampire years ago; you were quite freaked out at the possibility of a supernatural being having full access to tour house at any given time of any minute, hour and day. but your brother was so particularly fond of him, and he was strangely nice and caring to you.
sometimes when you werenât at home, your brother and him would meet up. it had become obvious now that that was how some of your clothes went missing: he had been using your brother to get to you this whole time.
whatever he was planning with you. you didnât like if.
