#exploited one another and grimsley pulled away from that all at once

[altarfates]

So why DID he leave? :3

severe credit card debt :pensive:

[leggerefiore]

Illusory Love

cw: vampire au, blood mentions, sex mentioned but nothing explicit

pairing: Grimsley/Reader

originally, I wanted to write Ingo but the song I based this off better suited Grimsley I think

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Love…? The word felt like a hot iron being pressed against his skin as it left your mouth. Now, that was a word that had never once crossed his mind in his lengthy existence. Yet, here you stood before him, fully aware of his monstrous nature and claiming that you both could love each other.

Grimsley felt startled only slightly by your bravery. His eyes grew lidded as you gazed at him like a lost puppy. He had never been fond of canines, yet your expression left a certain impression on his mind. Before you could speak another word, he pressed his index finger to your lips. His mind rushed with feelings.

What did he feel towards you? It was something had that he had yet to give a passing thought. There were many he had taken into his bed that had come and gone, but you had decided to linger. It was something he observed. There was nothing done by him to encourage or discourage your behaviour.

“Are… Are you saying we can love each other?” he asked, trying to hide his bemused tone. Your eyes were big as you nodded in reply. He could only wonder why you had chosen someone like him. His smirk rose across his face, as his icy eyes pierced into you. “It will be painful, you know,” he warned, “If you want to be with me, I expect an eternity at least. You can't give that as a human.” His fangs peaked out from his lips as you stood stiffly.

You once again repeated what you originally confessed to him. Grimsley gazed around the empty park. A light breeze blew through, rattling the leaves in the trees and sending his pale scarf out with its direction. Grimsley chuckled as he shifted his hand to hold your chin. His lips came to press against your own for a long kiss.

He hoped you would perhaps take back your words and run from him. The vampire had taken you into his bed and found both pleasure and a meal in you. There was no way you should stand before him wanting to love him. You did not say a word when the long kiss was broken. Your eyes held heavy hope, ready for everything to change.

Grimsley sighed. Well, if you wanted it that badly, who was he to deny you? Better him than some awful vampire who might not leave you alive and well afterwards. “You do know you can never return to how you were, yes?” His eyes stare into your very being, searching for any hesitation or uncertainty to exploit and prevent you from begging him to inflict this curse onto you.

Nothing.

You nodded and reached a hand to cup his pale cheek, feeling the unnatural coolness of his flesh. There was little more time to be bought if you were this certain. Then again, buyer's remorse only arises after a purchase. He tilted your head to expose your neck to his eyes. His ears could hear how your heart began to pick up speed. Finally, a weakness. Your hand grasped his wrist tightly. There was no pulling him away.

He leaned closer, smelling the sweet sanguine that coursed all throughout your body. His mouth opened as he brought his fangs to pierce through the skin of your exposed nape. Instantly, you stiffened and froze, but the blood inside you had already begun to pour out from the injury. He turned to indulging himself in your flavour as soft sounds of pain escaped from you.

People might mistake it for a sexually suggestive gesture, should they catch you both locked in this position. Your arms came around him, desperately. The silken fabric of his suit jacket dancing against your fingers. He brings an arm around your waist to support you as you grow weaker and weaker from his consumption of your blood. The grip you have on him slowly dissipating as your consciousness begins to slip.

He pulls away only at that point and stares at you with his slit pupils and your blood darkening the corners of his mouth. “Last chance to turn back,” he gives you one last opportunity to run from this, “I can't promise that this darkness is sweet.” You shook your head and weakly demanded he continue. He shook his head. Well, he warned you multiple times over. That's nicer than what most vampires do.

He pulled up his sleeve and brought his fangs down onto his flesh. Slowly, a dark crimson liquid arose, and he offered it out to you. “Drink this, and you'll have eternity,” he told you, “... You're lucky, you know. I come from a long line of noble vampires. You could have got the weakest vampire to turn you. Who knows what would have happened then?” A light teasing came from him as you hesitantly grasped his arm.

You gently began to drink from him, obviously unsure of what you were doing. You looked like a Purrloin kitten after first being introduced to wet food over milk. He felt himself more endeared with you. Grimsley often said things without thought when in the throes of pleasure, so he supposed your wish was his fault. There was little time to consider how your feelings had become so strong towards him, however. You fainted into his arms.

He held you to his chest with odd thoughts racing around his mind.

Well… Spending his cursed eternity with another did not sound like a bad thing.

He picked you up as he gazed around. Still not a soul in sight.

A flickering illusion now born anew as eternal.