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THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND! | SYLUS QIN

SYN. a vampire princess waiting in line for the twisted throne and her loyal hunter go on a mission to save her from getting beheaded and staked.

CW. fem!reader. she/her. princess!reader. vampire!reader. older!sylus (early 30s). no use of y/n. minors dni. vampire dystopian au. dark content. long fic. reader does wear a dress in the first half and has long hair. also has a personality. reader also has rune like tattoos. reader has long hair. sylus is human. reader is a bad person in a sense since she is a monster. age gap. (reader is older in this case. she does train him at a young age but doesn’t see him in any romantic way until he is damn near in his late twenties. let me clear that up before any of you come for my throat). humans hate vampires and will not shed light on this topic. slight world building. fighting. blood. death. blood drinking. nsfw. blood kink / playing in blood / reader also doesn’t clean her mouth as a way to mark her claim. biting. unprotected sex. slight oral!fem!receiving. hand job with a bit of tension. yearning. toxicity/bullying. pet names: princess. mistress. my lady. good girl. 9.4k. slightly edited. if you see any mistakes, i do apologize.

NOTE. posting this on a queue. since i can’t be bothered to do it in the later evening tomorrow. all depictions about vampires are my own. they are also slightly based off of an original book i had wrote. it would be greatly appreciated if you didn’t take this idea when it comes to the vampire aspect of it. along with the storyline of world building and the dystopian vibe. thank you <3! pls listen to the song closer by kings the leon and the death of peace of mind by bad omens. tyty 🥹 anyways, please let me know what you think <3 !!! LIKES. REBLOGS. COMMENTS. ARE WELCOMED.

Fall was on the rise, a season that sent the vampires into a frenzy, a frenzy that meant that food was scarce. Even the animals have adjusted to the change. Fewer humans meant animals overpowered the vacant forest like streets and buildings. Vampires grew accustomed to the animal blood but always knew when a human was well within their territory.

But that never stopped Sylus from walking down the leaf-covered sidewalks. Trying to feel somewhat human in a world full of blood-crazed kravens.

He had just finished his last request for the night, returning to the cathedral in the middle of the city. The large old Victorian building had been the new home to the vampires that had taken over the world nearly fifteen years ago. It was also home to the next ruler of the vampires.

His boss.

“You should knock more often, human,” You look at Sylus from the mirror, reapplying your lipstick. You watch him ignore you, rolling his eyes as the servant girls scurry away as they side eye him. The girls knew better than to get any closer to the tall man. “Did you complete tonight’s tasks?”

Sylus takes a seat in the red suede love seat, stretching a bit before placing his weapons on the glass table. He tries his best to ignore the gold pitcher and gold teacup that had blood filled to the brim. His mind starts to wander if it were human but he let go of the thought when he felt your claws scratch his mind. You always knew what he was thinking, what he was doing, who he was doing. You were like a fucking leech. A leech that didn’t latch onto him for blood but for his soul.

“The tasks were completed swiftly.” He finally responds, not daring to look in your direction. He does his best to finish the small meeting as quickly as possible.

You smile, your fangs poking out from your lips. “Perfect. Are you staying for the party? I have a feeling you’d find great company.” You walk over to him, taking a seat on the arm of the chair. You wore a burgundy silk dress which would easily be mistaken for nightwear. Pearls littered your neck in a way that wasn’t overbearing along with the matching pearl wristlets. The dress had two thin spaghetti straps that showed off the black runes that covered your arms.

He weighed out his options. He could go back home to the penthouse a few blocks away from the church or he could stay here and find new bodies to lie with. “I think I will return to my place for the night,”

You frown, looking at him. You reach over towards him in an attempt to fix his hair but he is quick to grab your wrist. Causing you to land on the cushion next to him, a hiss left your lips and you try to tug away from his grip. “Don’t touch me.” He practically grumbles out at you, shoving your hand away from him.

“Oh? But is it fair for you to grab me as you please when I cross that boundary? I just wanted to get the blood out of your hair.” You counter, huffing in his direction as you get out of the love seat.

He sighs under his breath, fixing his hair himself as dried blood comes off onto his fingertips. You never lied, he knew that. You had no reason to but he couldn’t trust you. You were a vampire, a leech, a monster, and you were the next of kin to become the queen once the old bastard who sat on the black rose throne died.

“I’ll get going before the party starts.” He finally gets up, adjusting his leather jacket as he starts to put his weapons back in the places they normally go.

“You can at least stay a while. I promise you can leave when you want. You never attend my parties.” You slip into your heels, sighing in relief as you fix your posture.

“No. I’m no longer on duty. I want to go home, clean my guns, and a nice bottle of whiskey is calling my name.” He looks at you with a sneer of disgust. There was no doubt you were gorgeous, good-looking, and easy on the eyes but you were a vampire. He knew of the sweet temptations and the allure your kind brought to humans.

“That girl is going to be there right? That one girl with the…is it the brown hair? I can’t keep up. You always go for the same vampires. All boring. No drama. No exciting tales,” you mumble with furrowed brows. Surely, more upset that he wouldn’t stay to enjoy one of your grand parties. You always made an excuse to host one, thinking he would spend the night with you instead. But alas, you knew that you were just someone he hated. Loathed. He would bathe in your blood if he could. “You can at least tell me the girl's name.”

He utters your name, flicking your fingers that inched towards the mark on his hand. A mark that you had solely given him to ward off vampires and to let them know that he wasn’t to be eaten. It was also a mark to see what vampires he encountered besides you.

You hiss. “No fun! You’re no fun, Sylus. Just tell me her name! We don’t repeat names you know so I may know her.” You rub your hand, ready to throw him into a wall. It wouldn’t be the last time you let your temper get the best of you. He had the scars to prove it.

“You do.”

Your eyes widen, smiling growing as you clap your hands. “Exciting! Tell me! Tell it!”

Sylus looks at you as if ready to scold you. A mere vampire clapping her hands in front of him like a child wasn’t on his list of things to see tonight. He didn’t care for the excitement. He could lie to you so easily and you’d believe it. The only thing he was allowed to do. You were gullible and that was the only feature he liked about you.

Sylus didn’t know the girl's name who occupied his bed once the sun hid behind the clouds. He didn’t care to learn it. He needed a distraction and the female was there—to distract. Nothing else.

He says nothing. He grumbles to himself as he makes his way to the door. “Fine. I’ll make sure to send your payment before dawn.” You finally plop down on the cushioned chest, watching him leave as he said nothing to you in return.

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Sylus lays in bed, staring up at the ceiling as the fan spun around endlessly. He was alone. He had been alone for days now and it bothered him. His fingers curl into the sheets, hearing your laugh into his head.

“Shut up.” He groans, stuffing the pillow over his face as he tries to suffocate you out of his mind.

He sat up in bed, doing away with the plain white duvet covers. He rubs his head, leaning over to finish the last sip of the whiskey in his glass. “I know you can hear me, damn princess.”

But you were silent in his mind. Not wanting to take the ultimate Sylus rage as bait. You had better things to do. Better things that involved staring at the humans your servants had brought in. A small feast before winter came. It had been several weeks since you'd felt the cool taste of human blood fill your body and spirit whole. It made your body tingle with excitement.

And while you partied your way through the night with the young delinquent vampires. The elders were deciding on who to place on the throne.

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“It’s midday, why’d you send word for me? Shouldn’t you be asleep?” Sylus entered the large bedroom, a scowl on his face as he announced his presence which caused you to groan.

He takes a look around and notices that there were no signs of human remains in your bed, bathroom, or anywhere in fact. It was odd considering you loved your humans.

There were weapons lined out on the tables, bed, and the very walls. He was going to ask you why but he looked over at you. Your annoyed state told him everything he needed to know. Whatever you had called him in for was serious—serious enough to have you slouched in a chair looking hung over.

You sat in a large chair, hair pinned back as you wore a robe that barely covered anything from his view. “Sit. Just sit.” You sigh dryly, waving him off.

The room was dark with a hint of sunlight peering out from the blacked-out drapes. In which you did your best to ignore but you couldn’t just sit in the darkness and have a conversation with Sylus. An important one at that.

“What’s so important for the blood sucker to lose her beauty sleep?” He snickers, taking a seat on your sofa. He yawns one last time, fixing his hair as he relaxes.

You rub your temples, and the headaches start back up again. The tremors. The way you needed to kill something heavily filled your mind. “Can you help me escape?”

Sylus looks at you, sitting up in his seat. “Escape, how?”

“You know. This place.” You motion around the room. Implying that you wanted to leave for whatever reason you did not say. Sylus was the man for the job, he was capable of leading someone like you out of the cathedral and away from the prying eyes of the council.

“You’re being serious.” He chuckles, rubbing the silver cuff on his wrist. The seal mark glowed in the dimly lit room, he tugs the sleeve down over it and looks up at you.

“I need to leave. Now. As in right now while everyone is asleep.” You get up, grabbing the packed bag and setting it on the glass table.

You were in a hurry. You had hours before nightfall, hours that meant seconds in your time. “It’s light out.” He turns his gaze away from you, taking his interest in the oil painted portrait of yourself in a fancy Victorian styled dress. You looked younger, more vibrant, not as dull as you did now. He starts to wonder if you were human before you turned or was it the lack of human blood that affected the vampirism deeply.

“There are underground tunnels—“

“Used for humans.” He whispers, sending a glare to you. He watches you with squinted eyes, taking in the way you put on the clothing, even getting dressed was a temptation. He huffs, tearing his gaze away from you.

“And there is no doubt some of them are out on the streets right now.” You put on the hoodie, making sure to add a face mask to cover your face.

“Your point, princess?”

You put the backpack over your shoulders, not minding that it was heavy. You needed to pack some essentials, important things that mattered to you because you weren’t sure when you’d be coming back—that’s if you came back at all.

“My point is that I need to leave this fucking hell hole or the next time you might see me. My head will be on a stake on the front fucking lawn.” You threw a scrolled note at him. Watching it land directly in the middle of his face as it rolled off and landed on the glass table.

You don’t spare any time to explain to him the massacre that happened at your party here last night. You didn’t dare to speak about the friends you had lost and the vampires you had to kill to save yourself.

“They’ve sent people for your head.” He rolls the scroll back up, setting it in the blood pitcher. He watches the blood seep into the note.

“Not people. Assassins. The fucking coven of bitches that sit in their coffins in Romania sending their vampires to kill me,” you hiss in his direction, the frown fresh on your face as you pace around the room. “I have told them that I do not want the throne. I do not want to rule for the same bat-eyed vampires that have taken over this world. I can hardly even format war plans. I cannot rule over the entirety of the world.” You finally admit, sliding down to the floor.

A whiny princess. You were whiny and for the first time in Sylus’s life, he pitied you. Perhaps a little but he wasn’t going to tell you that. He sighs to himself, rubbing his thighs before standing. “Daylights dying,” he kicked your boot, extending a hand out to you. “Let’s go.”

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The streets were busy and the humans acted as if they weren’t fighting a battle between night walker and day walker. They lingered in the alleys and buildings. You stayed close to Sylus, making sure not to make eye contact with any of the humans. It was a world you had created and right now you were the sheep and they were the wolves. Many of them carried weapons, patrolling the areas and following people wherever they went. Children stayed close to their mothers as they picked the vegetation off the trees and bushes that they had planted years ago.

“I can’t believe I’m walking in the sun.” You kept your head down, trailing behind Sylus as you kept all parts of your skin covered.

He held onto your gloved hand, guiding you through the small morning crowd. You don’t have to look up to know that he side-eyed you to respond to that absurd comment. A comment that could get you and him killed.

“Why did we—“ your voice gets cut off when you bump into his back. Your face collides with the leather jacket as he grips your hand. A crowd started to form in front of a building.

He pulls you into his side, making sure to embrace you in a side hug to make it seem as if you were his spouse. No one would turn an eye to that. Not when everyone watched four men drag two people out from the shadows.

You look slightly in the direction of the whispers. Your hand squeezes his hand in utter shock and anger. They were dragging out vampires that had been hiding out in the building to avoid the sun. You held your breath, looking at the two being forced onto their knees.

You try your best to look at the group of people that surrounds you. They started to cheer and yell profanities. Some even went as far as throwing things at the two who had rucksacks over their heads.

“This is what they do to vulnerable ones. Ones that don’t have the protection like you,” Sylus whispers, looking down at you but he doesn’t say anything else. Taking in the way your brows were furrowed, your lips were patted slightly, you were in complete shock.

He starts to pull you back from the crowd. “We shouldn’t have come this way.” He mumbles, nudging you to keep walking but you stand planted to the ground. Staring at the scene in a dark trance.

A man unclothed the two figures on their knees, causing a sound to escape your mouth. The sound alone caught the eyes of the two figures. A man and a woman, who had to be seasoned vampires. Unless they were newly turned and not used to the ways of your kind being hunted.

“Is that Sylus I see in the crowd?”

The voice from the man who stood next to the vampires snaps you out of the trance you were in. It was enough to send a chill down your spine. You clench your jaw, yanking his arm. “Don’t you leave me with these imbeciles. They’ll kill me!” You hiss in his mind as he chuckles dryly down at you.

He leans and pats your head. “Just stay here. Okay?” He whispers sweetly into your ear, gripping your chin in the process as he tilts your head up to meet his. The sun gently hits a small part of your exposed skin and you squirm, quickly ducking your head down as you cover the sizzling part with the sleeve of your sweater.

“Asshole.” You utter in a growl, kicking the back of his knee, watching him nearly fall forward as people make a pathway for him.

You stood awkwardly, trying to act like one of the civilians in the crowd. You swallow thickly, trying to catch wind of something else other than human blood in all corners. You try your best to focus on the lingering scent of Sylus, his cologne left a trail for you to use as he spoke to the group of men around the vampires.

Someone grabs the boy first, dragging him closer into the sun. The crowd cheered louder, some shoving each other to view the burning execution closer. Shoulders bump into you, causing you to fall into someone’s backside.

“Fuck! I’m sorry!” You desperately apologize, closing your eyes behind your sunglasses out of fear but the person doesn’t turn around. They were too engrossed in the screams from the vampire male that burned to care.

You watch in horror, blinking in shock, as you back out of the crowd. You had to leave, had to escape without being noticed. You knew Sylus would find you if you ran off, he always did but right now you didn’t care about that. You cared about surviving. Surviving the humans that were slowly being turned into their own versions of monsters.

The girl screams your name, causing you to slowly turn around as she screams your name again. This time in a language you understood. “Princess! Please! Help me!” She cries out, trying to fight off the men who held her down.

The skin of your lips tingled, the eyes of many civilians that stood with you in a crowd now were fully on you. Everything in your body shook, screaming at you to run but another part of you screamed to turn around.

Sylus yells your name through the crowd, causing people to whisper around you. “Run! Damn it! Run!” He yells before the crowd you were just standing in starts to look you over finally.

“You’re all covered up.”

“Let us see your eyes!”

“There is only one vampire princess whore with that name!”

The voices were growing louder, getting closer. You trip over a tree branch that was in the middle of the road, catching yourself just before hands pull your hoodie down from your head. You trip over your feet as you start to run. You didn’t know the streets well, you never left your room, hell, you never even saw the sun until now. If you had a beating heart it would have been sent into cardiac arrest by now with the way you tried to run and not bump into civilians who had no clue why a mob was chasing a woman.

And for once in your pathetic, miserable life you were fucking afraid.

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You lurch forward, puking blood into the sewers as Sylus leans back against the wall letting the cigar smoke waft in the air. “I’ve been running for the past six hours! The least you could do is help me.” You groan, swallowing dryly as you try to stand fully. But your body told you otherwise.

He grimaces at the way you hurled. Your body was different then humans but yet you seemed more human then him. “Why should I?”

You stagger back, not having the strength to carry on as you land on your ass. You don’t even bother responding to him and the hidden anger in his voice. You had just put a red target on his back and ruined his name by exposing yourself when you were seen with him. Sylus had every right to be angry, he could kill you right here and you wouldn’t complain. You’d take the silver or the stake to the heart gracefully. Willingly at this point.

He kicks your boot. “Let’s go. We’re still in the city and they’ve probably locked down every corner just to find you.” He tosses the unfinished cigar into the sewer stream, grabbing you by the arm.

The smell of his blood made your mind act on impulse, sending him into the hard concrete flooring as you wasted no time straddling him. He grunts, grabbing your arms in an attempt to stop you but you were blood thirsty and he was free game. Your servant or not. Bond or not. You needed blood and he was the closest thing to the freshest human there was.

You hiss, the layer of fangs poking through your lips as you force his arms above his head. Sylus strains, trying to fight you off. He says your name in one belated breath, feeling your breath on his skin. “The oath. You can’t.”

“Fuck the oath,” you whisper, licking your lips like a child being rewarded their favorite candy. “I know when to stop.” You sigh, lowering yourself down onto him, your glowing eyes meeting his.

Sylus kicks you, causing you to lunge forward eating concrete. He tries to get up, trying to find his gun but you tackle him again. This time not knowing what your intent was, he tries to fight you off but you both roll into the sewage.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” He roars, trying to swim towards you.

“With all good reason but right now let’s try to run from the bastards behind us!” You yell back, laughing, looking back to see four vampires jumping into the waters to follow the both of you.

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“Gods be damned. We stink so badly. I can smell it on your skin.” You shiver, sitting up as Sylus glares at you.

“What was that back there?” He practically howls in anger, rolling over on top of you, caging you in. “Huh? Answer me!”

You giggle, smile widening as you study his face. “You look like a wet cat and your anger is cute, silly human.”

He punches the soil next to your face, leaning closer towards your face. You swallow, holding your breath, and just maybe you would be able to control the aching hunger. “Do I need to tie you up and drag you to where we are going?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea, Sylus.” You whisper, flicking his nose.

“Gross.” He rolls off of you and gets up. Not bothering to help you up as he makes his way to the tree line.

“Where are we going?” You had lost your backpack and other belongings during your chase in the morning. Despite you not wanting to part with it, you knew the humans took every last bit of item that was dropped from your bag.

He doesn’t reply, he doesn’t have the means too. He made sure to walk the path that had been created, a small line of dirt didn’t look out of place when it came to walking in the woods. To anyone it looked like a trail but to a surviving human it was a trail to the underground homes the human stayed in.

“Is there really a community down there?” You ask after a long deprived moment of silence. Your hair was dry, your clothes reeked and you were sure if you were human you’d be puking at the rancid smell that clung onto you.

He looks over his shoulder, lips turned downward in a frown. “I will answer all your questions once we’re inside.”

You nod eagerly, smiling as you catch up with him. He doesn’t acknowledge your presence as he takes your hand in his, ready to yank you closer in case something happens.

“I have a feeling you like holding my hand.” You squeeze his hand and wiggle your brows up at him.

“Shut up.”

“You didn’t disagree. It’s a yes, then? You like holding my cold hands. They’re small, is that why you like them?” You tease him even more, stepping over the brush as he squeezes your hand a little too hard. “Ow! I haven’t fed properly! So everything hurts, fuck head.” You start to whine too loudly for his comfort, as he nudges you intending to shut up.

“Deserved, princess.” He winks at you, a smirk on his disgustingly pretty face which made you hiss in response.

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The entrance to the underground was disguised as an old gas shack. Vacant the way the shack was ransacked and vegetation has grown over it. Almost creating a wall of vines to protect anyone from peering in. Sylus shoves you in first, causing you to protest a bit but he looks around before heading inside the building himself.

Two older gentlemen in the building stood from the chess table. Silver bullets were lined and ready as they pointed guns in your direction. Sylus shoves you to the side, showing them a badge that he had pulled out from the inside pocket of his jacket.

“What of her?” One of the men asks, aiming the gun directly at you.

You wave nervously, chuckling. “Howdy!” You try your best to fake an accent. Laughing again before Sylus nudges you.

“She needs passage, Sylus or she gets no entry.”

You look at the older men. Frowning. “He found me hiding away in a home. I had a piece of board for a weapon and no way of surviving before he saved me.” You do your best to lie, feeling the sting creep up your throat and another rune searing into the skin on your arms underneath the clothing.

Sylus looks at you, grabbing your hand. “Let her come with me. The poor girl had gone through enough.”

You clench your jaw, looking down, as you try your best to focus on Sylus and his voice. He squeezed your hand, pulling you closer.

“Fine but make sure to take her to get a badge. Next time we won’t let her in.”

Sylus smiled, patting the shoulders of the men before one of them opened the sealed chute. You watch him go first, nodding his head at you to follow along. You say nothing to the men, as you nervously start to climb down the chute.

“Wow.” You murmur in awe, looking at the number of people that had small shops open. People walked down the small sidewalks acting as if they weren’t fighting to live their lives away from vampires.

Sylus grabs you by the back of your shirt collar, pulling you in the opposite direction. “Ow! Ow!” You wince slightly, trying to turn around.

He pulls you closer to him. “Act like a human when we’re down here.” He hisses in a thick whisper.

“And how do you suppose I do that?” You whisper back, glaring at him as he guides you down the narrow pathway.

“Don’t stare at people too hard. Talk normally without the unhinged formalities and for the love of God, stop walking like you have a stick up your ass.” He replies, taking a sharp turn.

You saw animals. Horses, pigs, cows, and so many more animals were in makeshift barns. People were trading items for food and even for animals. “My boots are wet, that's why I’m walking like I have a stick up my ass.” You’re pulled into Sylus even closer when the crowds get smaller and louder.

The people around you looked well groomed, their clothes and faces were clean. Everything about the underground cities were sterile. Nothing out of the ordinary except for the numerous guards that carried weapons in every corner watching the civilians.

The tunnels weren’t dark like you imagined them to be. They had lights, air, and even heat. It wasn't how you pictured it. The small pathways were colorful, full of different variations of people and their cultures. A nation that was torn apart by your kind, forced to come together despite differences.

Sylus finally guides you out of the crowds, taking you down a vacant street-like pathway that leads to houses. You blink in awe. “How were they able to get structure down here?” You whisper to him, taking in every house and the way each one was different.

“The tunnels were here before the vampires attacked. It was a secret service operation that had started in the early 50s.” He takes you to a house that was off in the back, the porch steps were steep and thick but that didn’t stop you from climbing up them.

You watch Sylus unlock the door, pulling you into the house before locking it. You study the home, it looked so huge on the inside you were amazed by the way everything looked. It was fully furnished and you took note of the way it stayed cleaned and untouched.

You start to wander off, leaving Sylus to his defenses as you come across one bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom. You practically groan in relief seeing the bathroom. You wasted no time, flinging the dry and rank clothing into the bathroom sink.

Sylus was busy finding maps of the tunnels, spreading them out onto the kitchen table. He doesn't see you appear, focused on studying the routes to the next set of tunnels to travel to where he and his crew took over.

“What are you doing?”

He hums, looking up for a second. You were wearing an old shirt and a pair of boxers that were suffocating your figure. He raises his brows and looks back down at the maps. “We can’t stay here for long. People whisper and it spreads quickly.” He mumbles with uninterest in his voice as he flips over another map to examine.

You nod, looking at the maps as you study them. They were different, written in a way that you didn’t understand. They were all done in code and it started to click, the humans slowly made ways to outsmart your kind.

Your sharp nail hits the large map in the middle. “Is this your own little sanction?” You study the thick details, an artist took great care and time to make it strictly for Sylus and his group.

Your finger drags across the charcoal lines, lifting it to smudge the dust between your pointer finger and thumb. Blowing the ash off the digit and onto Sylus, but the action doesn’t make him respond. No. He just looks at you with narrowed eyes.

He sighs, standing from where he had spent the last hour sitting. He grabs your arm, ignoring the way you try to fight him off.

“Sylus,” you shake his arm, trying to make him face you. “I’m talking to you!”

He whistles to himself, grabbing something from the dresser drawer. He turns to you slightly, just enough for you to catch the handcuffs. “Hey! No! I’m not into that!” You try to pull away, but your body isn't in a state to fight back. It was weak and you were malnourished.

“Don’t fight me,” he murmurs, making you sit on the bed. You held your breath, his nose nearly touching yours as he leaned over you to raise your hands above your head. He scoots you back into the headboard, the cuffs fitting perfectly over your wrists. You swallow even harder, your eyes flicking to his eyes, nose, mouth, and back to his eyes again. Too close. Too close. “I don’t trust you.” He finally looks you over, locking the cuffs before getting off the bed.

You frown, “You’ve known me since you were 16. What do you mean you don’t trust me?”

No response. Nothing. He wasn’t going to respond, he had every right to ignore you. Everything in you ached and it was aching for blood. The lengths you would go to feel some blood on your tongue made you shiver.

But it made you think of the time when you stumbled upon a bleeding out 16-year-old Sylus. A boy that was running away from an army of vampires and had nothing to defend himself. A time where you healed a human under a condition that he was to serve you. Fifteen years later, he’s grown to be a cold gentleman and you were still the whiny princess that took time to train him personally, despite him trying to kill you every second he got.

You weren’t sure when you started to develop feelings for the man. You vowed yourself to never cross that boundary, but times were short and you were tired. Stuck in a body that wouldn’t grow, your soul would always be at the age you had stopped aging but in that heart of yours, it would start beating for Sylus.

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Sylus nudges your shoulder, a small key in between his lips. The way he says your name is different, it’s muffled but it’s said in a way you’ve never heard before. You hummed, lifting your head from the odd angle it was perched at while you tried to save your strength.

He couldn’t help himself, his fingers fixing your hair as he made you scoot over. He sets the cuffs and key down onto the nightstand, careful to keep his eye on you at the same time. You don’t bother to even say anything, rolling over and curling into the pillow.

“Will you be able to leave in a few hours?”

His voice cuts through the chilly room like a vise. You clear your throat, wincing slightly at the way it felt like knives in your mouth. You grip the pillow to stop yourself from letting impulses control you. “Sure.” You reply in one breath, looking ahead as you close your eyes, trying your damndest to focus on the crooked bookshelf in the room.

The bed dips slightly, and your eyes look off to the side to see Sylus come closer towards you. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer into his chest.

“Did you hit your head when you were showering?” You squeak, startled by the motion. The willingness of his action. You felt your head spin and for better or worse, it wasn’t because of the lack of appetite.

He snorts, burying his face into your neck. Your fingers grip the sheets, closing your mouth due to your fangs pricking the skin of your lips. “No. Relax. Yeah?” He breathes into your neck, and he brushes his nose against your cold skin.

You swallow again, closing your eyes. “That’s hard.”

“Think of something.”

“I-I can’t. I can’t think of anything.” You admit, feeling your body grow hot. Your nails tear into the sheet, burying your face into your arm, hiding from the embarrassment. From the way his large hand lay across your stomach so freely without a care in the world.

You needed to run—run so far from him. He was pushing your boundaries, testing the waters between the two of you that left you crawling at the seams. It was as if your body froze, ready for a picture to be taken when his thumb swipes across your skin, the shirt you wore had lifted a bit and all thoughts of wanting to sleep left your mind.

You needed to ravish.

The body betrays the mind. You knew that but you didn’t think it would happen to you. Not when he was pressed up against you, using his own tricks to get you to succumb. Your hand shakes, your nails grew long and sharper, unable to control the rabid hunger that infected your body and its natural urges.

Placing the hand over his, you lift your head from its little bubble of shame, peering over your shoulder to see him watching you. “Look at you,” he huffs with amusement, bringing his arm that was around you up closer towards your breasts. You close your eyes, looking away. Embarrassing. Utter embarrassment. Letting a mere human, a servant, your servant touch you in a way that would cost him his head. He traces the outline of your lips with his thumb, smiling at you and the internal struggle you were facing.

“So weak. So fragile after two days of not feeding. Aren’t you ashamed?” He presses his thumb on your bottom lip, causing your mouth to part unintentionally.

He was right. You were ashamed. Ashamed to even be in this position. Ashamed to have him offer himself to you willingly. It wasn’t like you nearly tried to feed off of him forcefully hours ago but this time is different. It’s different because Sylus is doing the action for you. Saving you the trouble of getting your tiny hands dirty.

“This isn’t a good—“

He shushes you, watching his thumb prick your bottom fang. Your hand catches his thumb, squeezing a little more blood into your mouth. It was pathetic to hear the noises you made, you were starving. With eyes closed you feel the warmth of his blood reaching the tip of your tongue. His fingers brush against your cheek and nose as he makes sure you didn’t latch onto the digit.

Your tongue swipes over the small cut, causing him to pull his hand back. You shove his hand away, knowing if you pushed yourself even more you wouldn’t just take a few droplets of blood from his thumb.

“If I give you permission to feed. The oath agreement between us will be okay.” He adjusts lays on his back, tugging your hip in a silent command to straddle him.

You sit up, shaking your head. “No. I just can’t take from you.”

He scoffs, pulling the sheet over him. “You had no issue doing it when we were in the sewer tunnels. Why now?”

He had a point. A strong one. You wanted to strangle him for it. You wanted, no, needed blood. You were craving it in a way that was messy and unkind.

“I had some control.” You emphasized the word some in a hiss. Glaring at him with furrowed brows.

“You’ve never had control,” He states bitterly, giving you a slanted gaze. “You don’t even have control now. You’re shaking like a dog.”

You don’t respond, looking away from him. You try to roll over, ignoring the lingering taste of his blood. Your body was screaming for more but you knew better than to act on it.

He grabs your hand, placing it flatly in the middle of his chest. You look at the torn bed sheet, listening to his heartbeat. It was slow, a steady healthy pace. An h familiar pace you weren’t used to, a feeling you didn’t get to enjoy. “Look at me,” he murmurs, tugging your arm. His skin was warm and full of life. You shake your head, gods, you were acting like a docile little thing. You were a pure blooded vampire, a monster, you’ve killed people before but when you were right next to him—it didn’t matter, none of it did. “Look at me.” He whispers again, leaving your hand on his chest as he takes his hand to turn your chin directly in his vision.

Your eyes flutter shut, a small sound escaping your parted lips when his hand drags down your jaw, stopping at your neck. He dips his fingers under the shirt, tracing the lines of your shoulder blades. “Sylus.” Your voice shakes at the action, keeping yourself still.

“Shut up for once.” He laughs softly, leaning closer until his lips touch the side of your neck.

Your fingers dig into the sheets of the bed, his lips were like their own version of ashen root—warm and fierce. They were your irritant against your skin and they were sending your soul into a turmoil of want. You wanted this but it also felt so wrong to see him in a different light. The last cling of hope of not wanting to ravish him was gone. The temptation, it was all there. He was initiating and you were just letting him.

Just as he said in the past. You were all bark and no bite.

You relax at the feeling of his nose brush against the back of your ear as he lays you down swiftly. Your fingers dig deeper into the cloth of the sheets, not caring that they were being shredded. His fingers ghost over the small section of skin revealed from your shirt lifting.

“This is a bad idea.” You rasp, watching him with low lidded eyes as he looks up at you.

His fingers trail down your skin, watching you with such intensity you weren’t sure what to do. A creature of your stature was being tempted by a human. A human that tried his hardest to be closed off and unfeeling towards you. Perhaps, it was a dream—a dream that made you feel the rush and ecstasy of sex.

“You’re right. It’s a bad idea.” He murmurs, looking you over and the way you laid so utterly still for him. Compliant and still is something he has never seen from you.

With careful eyes, you watch him get up from his spot on the bed, looking out the window. You sat up, pulling your shirt down and swallowing. A moment of weakness, that’s all it was. Simply a moment of weakness that made you forget what the original plan was.

But you couldn’t stop yourself, crawling out of bed and walking towards him. Your fingers trace over the scars and hard muscle over his back, before going up and wrapping your cool fingers around the back of his neck. A shaky breath is all it took for you to pull Sylus’s head back, his back hitting your chest hard as your lips brush over the pulse point of his neck.

Your tongue swipes over the skin, nails digging into his neck, a needy sigh leaves your lips. Causing his skin to form goosebumps. Your tongue swirls the thick vein, closing your eyes at the feeling of your fangs poking the inside of your lips.

He whispers your name, this time with the intent of it surprising the own hunger he felt. “Princess.” He chokes on the word, your eyes watching his adams apple bob down and back up.

“Hm?” Your voice is feathery, soft, in a way you’ve never heard before. It nearly startles you out of the trance but your hunger was far greater than that. Your lips graze over the vein again, breathing him in and the sweet aroma of his skin.

Sylus and his blood was different from the average human. It’s different because he has your very own blood coursing through his veins. It calls to you like the whispers perched on your shoulder, telling you to take back what was once yours.

He doesn’t fight you, no, he lets your fangs sink gently into him. He lets out a shaky breath, hands gripping the wall in an attempt to steady himself. He’s had vampire females feed on him but that was in the comforts of his penthouse above. They were once humans, they weren’t born killers. They didn’t smell the blood of their princess in his veins. Not the way you did. This was a different feeling, one that sent him overboard and his body was silently folding in half to follow your command.

You groan, eyes rolling in the back of your head as you take what you’ve been meaning to take back. You pull away slowly, trying to savor every last drop. Not bothering to wipe your mouth, you lick the corner of your lips, sighing in content as your eyes watch the blood ooze out of the wound. It would take days for him to heal but you weren’t going to let his pretty body get scarred due to your negligence.

Sylus turns around, forcing your body back towards the bed. His hands found your hips, fingers pulling down the items of clothing you wore as you landed on the bed. You watch him intently, his senses heightened, his skin glistened with sweat. He was experiencing a different kind of high. One that only you could give him.

He didn't say anything, there wasn’t anything to say. His body, mind, and soul told you everything you needed to know. His lips trail down your body, one strong arm lifting your shirt. His lips land on the runes on your hip bones, kissing one hip before moving to the other. You look up at the ceiling, closing your eyes as you do your best to let him take command. It was hard considering you never knew what it felt like when someone was taking their time with fucking you.

But with Sylus, this was different. It was almost like he was savoring you in ways a husband would make love to his wife.

That thought alone makes you bite your lip, subconsciously opening your legs for him as you feel his mouth hovering over your core. He bites your cunt and it causes you to bend your knees, fingers curling into the sheets.

“Sy-Sylus!” Your voice quivers in a broken cry of pleasure, arching your body into his warmth.

His fingers dig into the swells of your back as he hums in response. His tongue swirls over the bud that has been pulsing since the second you’ve bitten him. It was enough for you to bite your fangs into your bottom lip. Clenching your thighs around his head. He works his mouth down, making sure to keep his eyes on you and the way he sent your body into a frenzy. A frenzy that was better than the bloodlust that was still evident.

He ravishes you in a way that nearly sends your body off the bed, his arms keeping your thighs apart, not ready to let you down that easily. His mouth was heaven sent and you knew for a fact you’d never admit to anyone that a mere human—your human was eating you out far better than you'd imagined.

He pulls away, briefly. His chin glistening in the low moonlight, he drags a finger down your stomach and it stops just before your slick cunt. He presses the finger against your sensitive bud, keeping his eyes on you as he does the action again.

Your brows furrow, holding in the noises he was wanting to hear. You knew he was waiting for you to break, ready to see you turn into a muttering, pleading mess from a mere human servant giving you pleasure far better than the average experienced vampire male.

You sit up, keeping your gaze on him. His finger gently slides into you but he smirks before pulling the digit away. “Are you normally this quiet?” He tilts his head, examining you before he slides his body in between your legs.

Your back meets the bed again, one of his hands holding the back of your head in place while the other lifts your thigh closer towards his hip. It didn’t take long for you to feel the prominent bulge perfectly hitting your bare cunt. “Your silence is noted, princess.” He nudges his nose along your temple.

“Shut up.” You try to sound angry but the way he pressed himself against you told you otherwise.

“What happened to this being a bad idea?”

You shrug, pressing your face closer into his neck, the bite from earlier had finally stopped bleeding but that didn’t mean it was ready to be healed. You groan, dragging your tongue across the wound, he shivers above you, his fingers gripping the flesh of your thigh.

Before you could get a taste his mouth was on yours, hungry and frenzied. Your arms latch around his neck pulling him closer—close enough to feel him even more. You didn’t care that his tongue forcibly entered your mouth, causing you to whimper and grind against his clothed erection.

He bites the bottom of your lip, causing you to pull closer into him. Your nails drag down his back, before slipping an open palm under his boxers gripping his ass, pressing him harder into you.

You were a creature of the night, born from lust and sin. A pure blood heathen that didn’t mingle with the humans but Sylus, he was different. Oh, so, different and he was yours. A servant, a soldier, but he was yours.

His touch was warm like the fires you grew up standing in front of. His kisses sting like the first time you’ve ever experienced being bitten from another. But what needed your attention was his cock and the way your fingers pulled down the rest of the clothing that adorned his body was enough to send shivers up your spine.

You bury your face into the crook of his neck, dragging fangs across his skin as your thumb traces over the slit of his tip. Sylus bucks himself into your hand, enough for you to grab hold of it. He utters your name with a clenched jaw, closing his eyes. You watch from the corner of your eye to see his jaw tick when you form a tight fist around his pulsing cock.

Your fangs prick his left peck, your fist sliding down his cock at a teasing pace before going back up. Sylus stills, his fingers gripping your hips, he felt his knees start to grow rigid, he was ready to collapse and fuck the last bit of sense he had into you.

But this was your game and he was nearly a pawn by the hands of you.

His princess.

His mistress.

His lady.

Just.

His.

The fangs didn’t bother him. They aroused him. He loved the way his blood trickles out from your perfect fucking mouth and onto his chest. He groans loudly at the thought of you going down on him with his blood covering your body. Sylus wasn’t aware that you were already one step ahead of him, your hand squeezing his aching cock before shoving him down onto his back.

You pull away from his chest, blood fresh as it travels down your neck and down the hill of your breasts. Your eyes glowed menacingly in the low light illuminating the room, your fingers drag down his chest before they lift.

“Your thoughts are plaguing me.” You murmur, lowering yourself around his waist. His cock hit the back swell of your ass and it took everything in you not to give in.

His hands met your hips, looking up at you with a smirk. His chest heaved up and down, the pain from the bites didn’t bother him, it elevated him. He tips his head back into the pillows, “So you know what I want and how I want it, don’t you?”

You squint, leaning forward, your elbows digging into his chest. “Do you really think you’re going to get what you want?”

He nods, his hands rubbing your hips before sliding up your body. He drags a finger over the swell of your breast, taking the bud of your hardened nipple in between his fingers. The squeeze sent your hips down against his, your body giving you easily. “I think my answer is clear.” He breathes out in a satisfied sigh, he flicks your nipple before his hands go back to your sides.

You bare your fangs in response, a small hiss fills the room before you sit back up. You weren’t sure why you were nervous. You had sex before, plenty of times, with numerous vampires at the same time. Except this was different, you were openly aware that you were about to fuck your servant bound by blood and bond. A sacred bond that is bound to form into something deeper and stronger.

Sylus watches you squirm in his lap, “Having doubts?”

No. You weren’t having doubts. In fact, you were ready but you weren’t sure if he was ready for the consequences that were to come.

Without responding, you gently sat up, lining your entrance with his thick cock before taking his tip slowly. A soft sound leaves your lips, thighs shaking at the sensation. You felt everything, his pulse, the warmth, and the way his cock lines so perfectly inside of you.

“F..Fuck.” He clenches his jaw, hands gripping your hips. He watches you fully slide down, taking every inch like the good princess you were.

It was a trance, a trance that kept Sylus breathless as he let you rock your hips against his. A motion that was like a dance—a dance he wouldn’t get sick of. He didn’t care about the amount of sounds you were making, he didn’t care about the blood that stained the bed sheets with each bite you took from him. He had lost all thoughts of time when you rode him.

“Sylus..” you slam down against him, groaning at the satisfaction. Gently adding a bounce to the friction and the sounds. “S’good.” Your body is slick with blood, his blood. Your words began to slur into mush, a thick mush of words as you bounced on his cock.

He grunts, wiping blood from your cheek. His fingers fix the small strands of hair that had started to latch onto your temples. Your eyes never left his and Sylus found it more intoxicating than ever.

He sits up, shushing you, his lips trailing around the shell of your ear. He wraps his arms around you when your fangs latch onto the bone of his shoulder. He kisses the top of your ear, squeezing you even tighter as he starts to thrust into you.

The action caught you off guard, causing you to pull away from him as blood spills from your mouth. Your arms frail out to hold onto him but he shoves them away. One hand squeezes the fat of your ass while the other takes the blood that drips off of your chin as he paints his fingers with it. He smears it onto your breasts, thrusting into your needy cunt even deeper.

You choke on words, fingers finding his hair as you tug his head back in a well deserved response. “Good girl.” He grunts in a tight lipped whisper, licking some of the blood off of your chin.

Everything around you was slowing down, causing your mind to race in a million thoughts. The runes on your arms started to burn, causing your nails to dig into his scalp. He thrusts even harder, his skin hitting yours in a raw motion. If you were human you would start to bruise but you weren’t human.

“The mark—“ you try to finish your sentence, trying your best to grab his hand that had the bond mark. To see if anything was starting to change but he had other plans.

Sylus dwells deeper, his thighs hit your skin, as he finishes inside of you with the sound of your name falling from his lips. He murmurs into your skin sweetly, kissing up your jaw before kissing you finally. Tasting his blood on your lips and tongue.

He fishes his fingers through your hair, whispering sweet words in your ear as he helps you slide off of him. He settles next to you, letting you lay your head on his chest. And maybe just for a moment, everything felt fine.

Fine enough to where you weren’t running away from your family and your duties. You didn’t help plan to end humans and their existence. You weren’t running away for reason, you were being threatened to die and Sylus was your only escape.

You try to catch yourself from spiraling into the waters of hell. Trying to ignore the runes on your skin as they get hotter, the black swirls grow thicker and longer. “The mark.” You finally whisper, looking up at him. You sat up, ready to examine his hand.

Sylus furrows his brows, looking at you. “What about it?”

You grab the hand that was around your waist and examine the mark. It was different, deeper, and it lingered up his wrist. The center of the rune matched your own on your hand.

It only meant one thing and in your world all things had meaning.

You had just fucked yourself even more.

#˗ˏˋ hazy's q #ᰔᩚ₊˚ 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬.#hehe hi ursi I am back !!!! AAAA what an incredible read and amazing take on such an au w/ vampire princess + human sylus #I love how they're bound to each other by magical runes / their master servant dynamic yet he still opposes her but deep down #feels something for her ( and vice versa ) even with all the denying and distractions they can't help longing for each other #omgosh what a rush it felt reader suddenly having to flee w/ sylus + placing her trust in him in a simple way such as holding his hand #as he led her through the crowd . there's always a certain intimacy that comes along with it and oh do I love their little back n forth #also the testament of their oath about feeding down at the sewers / in their temporary safehouse is so good . reader's initial bloodlust #to relieve her hunger but the second he offers himself to her something within her switches and in that moment her feelings for #him and the realization of it all dawns on her . ough the way sylus handles her with a gentleness and care that's so different from before #him also embracing her nature with the blood play !! AAAA it feels they're more intimately intertwined than ever before and ohh ??#the mark on his hand changing into a different meaning after lovemaking I'm so curious what that means !! even if it can't be anything good #surely there is a loophole hehe c: right ?? perhaps I am delulu for always wanting happy endings but ahh this was truly amazing ursi 🤍

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