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Dark sbi where Tommy accidentally kidnaps Philza, not knowing he’s a crime lord. And he swears it was an accident! He just, you know, panicked. Tommy and Tubbo were just minding their own business slapping graffiti on a building (practicing their art skills, you see) when a cop started screeching at them, apparently not an appreciator of the fine arts. And since Mrs. Innit would KILL him if he got arrested, Tommy panics and takes a hostage, shouting at the cop not to take a step further or he’ll kill the random civilian he’s ducked behind so he can’t get shot.

Meanwhile Philza isn’t entirely paying attention, and realizes there’s suddenly a small child sheltering behind him from a cop. He gives the cop the nastiest look imaginable, which causes them to back off enough that Tommy thinks his plan is working. Once the negotiations start Philza is baffled by who would have the gall to kidnap him, and so poorly at that. Frankly it’s an umbrage to face the work of an amateur.

Well, till the abductor asks his name. “…do you not know who I am.?”

Tommy squints at the guy. His suit looks kinda fancy? Is it better or worse for him if he managed to randomly capture some Wall Street schmuck? “Hell no,” he hisses. “And I don’t care. I’m a dangerous guy alright? You don’t know what I’ll do to you.”

Philza’s laugh causes the cop to advance, wagering the situation isn’t intense. But because Tubbo’s ‘Yes And’ game is a force to be reckoned with, he casually pulls out a nerf gun (painted to look real for a prank on Ranboo) and trains it on the cop. Philza is positively delighted as he realizes just how amateur his abductors are. Oh this will be a riot to watch.

With more bluffing than Tommy knew he had in him, promising the hostage 20 bucks if he pretended to go along with it, the pure manic chaos bleeding from Tubbo’s eyes and ample gun waving, and creative use of spray paint in the eyes of the chasing cops, Tommy and Tubbo somehow manage to book it. For some reason the hostage keeps up with them instead of escaping. Huh. Can you develop Stockholm syndrome that fast? Tommy would ask, but he’s panting from sprinting. And as they live in an unjust world, hostage guy isn’t even breaking a sweat despite the three piece suit.

“You’re not going to get far on foot,” Philza murmurs. As corrupt and useless as the cops are for most things in this city, he doesn’t imagine there’d actually be that much fuss over a random man being kidnapped, but he wonders what they’ll do if spooked a little more. It’s been amusing thus far. The boys bicker, then elect to force him to drive as neither have licenses. They don’t ask him to drive to their homes, instead some secondary location. Smart, albeit Philza will definitely know both addresses within the hour.

While Tommy is busy ‘threatening’ Philza about the consequences of not getting them there, Tubbo just leans over from a bag of chips he’s munching on and offers them to Phil. Tommy rounds on him, less for showing exploitable kindness to the hostage and more for eating the Doritos that were meant to be his. Philza almost chides them for revealing each other’s names, but decides it might just be easier to hand them notes at the end of this. So far they aren’t getting a passing grade in abduction. But he has to admit it’s far more entertaining than the ‘business’ meeting he was planning to attend.

(Techno, meanwhile, hasn’t heard from Philza and is going BALLISTIC trying to figure out who kidnapped him. From the police report Phil just kinda went along with it, and looked terrified after a private exchange with the abductor, which has to mean the threat is ungodly to convince the Angel of Death to submit. Techno’s about to have a panic attack imagining the unthinkable horrors happening to his best friend, and is only holding it off by doing atrocities about it. This is the THIRD secret criminal organization he’s ripped apart in the last two hours and PHILZA ISNT HERE EITHER!?)

Philza has decided he likes his kidnappers. They’re not experienced in the slightest, but they make up for it with bravado, determination, and a certain lack of rationality that is necessary in the line of business Philza is in. Yes. They’ll do nicely if given a little guidance.

It’s half an hour before either of them notice Philza is driving aimlessly and they don’t recognize the city around them at all. “Hm? Next time I don’t recommend you give the hostage control of the vehicle. I could have immediately driven to the police station.”

Tommy frowns, almost more nervous at the implication the obvious blackmail would go unused. “…why didn’t you?”

“There’s no love lost between the cops and I. And even more importantly, you amuse me. I like your…potential.” He grins at the soft click of Tommy covertly trying the handle and finding the car doors locked. “Getting out at this speed is almost always fatal, Tommy.”

Tubbo lifts the muzzle of the fake gun towards him. “Let us go right. now.”

Philza leans over, ruffling Tubbo’s hair. The teen gulps at the glimpse of the holster Philza’s jacket was hiding, sharing a wide eyed look with Tommy. “I’m not exactly scared of foam bullets, mate.” He chuckles lowly at the tension freezing both of them. “Relax. You’ll be home by dinner. After you went through all the effort of kidnapping me to avoid trouble with your parents, I don’t intend to ruin it. I like you two; you have spunk I don’t see often. After all, it takes a lot of guts to kidnap the leader of the Syndicate.”

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Blood Bride | I Dare You

↳ vampire!Yoongi x human!f.Reader ⤜ Strangers/Lovers | Accidental Marriage ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 4,307 ⚠️ Talk of the occult/blood rituals/cults, foul language, crass humor, minor blood

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The snapping of a twig behind you makes your heart lurch, and your startled gasp pulls chilled air into your lungs.

“Someone’s jumpy.”

“Fuck off, Jimin,” you grumble in response. “You and I both know the only reason I’m here is that you manipulated me.”

Your best friend chuckles, his breath misting in the air before him. “I know. But, I also knew as soon as I mentioned vampires, you wouldn't be able to resist.”

“Don’t make me turn around and go back to the van.” You cut a glare his way. Even if he can’t see it, you hope he can feel it.

That earns you another throaty laugh, echoed from Taehyung walking a few steps behind you. “Fat chance you’d walk all the way back through the woods on your own,” Jimin quips back. “Aren’t you still scared of the dark?”

“I hate you sometimes.”

Taehyung comes up beside you and bumps his shoulder against yours while adjusting the large film camera resting on his other. “Don’t let him get to you. You’re not the only one scared of the dark. I mean, my twelve-year-old sister sleeps with a nightlight.”

You shove Taehyung’s shoulder, glaring at him. “You can fuck off, too.”

“Don’t worry about it, babe. Everything is going to be fine.” Jimin tugs off one of his gloves and slips his hand into your jacket pocket, where your hand is currently clenched around a thermal packet. His fingers work around the pack and slide between yours. “Thank you for agreeing to come. I’m excited that you're here.”

From the outside, people always assume you and Jimin are an item—and you may have fooled around a few times over the years—but, they fail to realize that Jimin is more like your best friend now than a lover. Besides, he and Jungkook have been sneaking away into the film supply closet back at the warehouse every chance they get. You're not sure whether or not Taehyung has picked up on it.

You don’t miss the way Jimin leans forward slightly to look around you to the other side of Taehyung, where Jungkook is walking. He has large headphones on, getting into the mindset needed for the long night ahead, blatantly ignoring the banter being exchanged.

Beyond The Seance is the paranormal and occult investigation team that you and Jimin started after meeting in college and bonding over everything strange and spooky. It’s why you’re currently walking down a creepy, overgrown dirt road in the middle of a forest somewhere near the mountains. Jungkook and Taehyung joined while the team was still in its infancy. All you and Jimin had was a few shaky and poorly edited videos on YouTube. But, with Taehyung’s expertise in technology and Jungkook’s enthusiasm for the paranormal, your team quickly morphed into what it is today.

Tonight should just be like any other night of investigating. The abandoned mausoleum and graveyard at the end of this road have been closed off to the public for the last fifty years. It’s taken Jimin the better part of the previous two to get the owners to agree to this investigation. The stack of waivers and legal documents they presented to the team was as thick as some of your favorite vampire books—the books that had ultimately led to you not being able to say no to Jimin when he asked you to come.

Your vampire obsession is just that; an obsession. Blame it on Twilight, blame it on Interview With The Vampire—whatever it is, it’s stuck deep, fused right into your bloodstream. So, when Jimin mentioned that this mausoleum is rumored to house an entire underground crypt with a coven of petrified vampires, you had no choice but to say yes.

It’s not that you necessarily believe in vampires. You’ve investigated enough rumors about them that only ever ended up being just someone trying to go viral that you’re pretty desensitized to it. But, you still can’t deny the rush at the slight chance that maybe one day it won’t just be porcelain veneers glued onto teeth or puncture marks made with hypodermic needles.

Jimin’s been pretty tight-lipped about the details provided to him concerning the underground crypt, claiming he wants it to be a surprise. It’s like a dual-edged sword. You want to be here, but you also have a queasy feeling in your gut that tells you that you should have stayed back at the warehouse. You’re far more comfortable reviewing the camera footage and the audio clips during the post-production process not experiencing them firsthand.

“We’re getting close,” Taehyung comments, gesturing off to the side as the first crumbling headstones come into view. “According to the map of the grounds, there are a few plots where the forest has begun to encroach, roots going through the slabs and damaging the headstones. It’s a shame this place has been closed off to the public or is restricted from general maintenance. It makes you wonder where all the descendants are and whether or not they care if great, great uncle Barnaby is turning into a macabre version of Groot.”

“It’s not nice to joke about the dead like that,” Jungkook says, speaking for the first time since you all left the van almost an hour ago. He slips the headphones from his ears and lets them hang around his neck. “Uncle Barnaby might be listening and not care for your poor pop-culture reference.”

Taehyung scoffs and rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything further. Aside from Jimin, Jungkook takes investigating more seriously than anyone else. He’s working on his Ph.D. in Paranormal Sciences and has a slew of successful investigations under his belt. You tend to gravitate toward Jungkook for his invaluable insight and perspective on all things occult. He always manages to make things less scary and more palatable thanks to his logical approach.

“The paperwork the owners gave us had stories from previous caretakers. It contained some gnarly shit like demonic possessions and finding entirely exsanguinated animals left in pentagram patterns outside the mausoleum doors. They’re pretty sure that at one point in the late sixties, there was a satanic cult frequently breaking in to do desecration rituals in the prayer room. They were climbing over the fence and using a crowbar to pry the grates off the windows,” Jimin recounts, unmistakable glee in his voice at the prospect.

“Right up your alley,” you murmur. Jimin gives your hand another squeeze before removing it from your pocket and slipping his glove back on. “Why didn’t they let us drive the van up here? Would have been nice not to have to lug all this equipment with us.” The backpack you’re wearing has a plethora of film and monitoring equipment. A dull ache is starting to set in from the constant weight tugging on your shoulders.

“They didn’t want to risk any damages or something like that by having a vehicle drive down.” Jimin shrugs. You huff at that absurd notion as if a van could do much more damage to the headstones and slabs than nature hasn’t already done.

“Fuck,” you breathe, catching your first glimpse of the abandoned mausoleum. You stop in your tracks to fully take it in.

The others slowly come to a stop beside you. “Damn,” Jimin says, more awe than anything in his voice. “Now, this is what I’m talking about! Hell yeah, this place looks promising as fuck.”

Moss-covered, broken headstones are scattered around the area in no particular pattern. Some are so weathered away by age they’re nothing more than an oblong blob of stone peaking above knee-high weeds and grass.

The mausoleum is highlighted in stark relief by the overhead full moon, making it seem even more ominous. It stands like a withered marble sentinel guarding centuries-old secrets. There is only one entrance, the wooden door covered heavily in thick, rusted chains that sag from corner to corner. A rusted padlock is busted off to the side, and there is a discarded pair of bolt cutters beside it.

“Everyone is up to date on their tetanus shots, right?” Jungkook murmurs, with his own head shake. It seems Jimin might be the only one feeling any sort of enthusiasm for the investigation ahead now that everyone can see what they’re walking into.

“Come on. We’re running out of good prep time.” Jimin charges forward at a brisk, confident pace toward the entrance.

You make a note of the new-looking iron bar grates covering the windows. “They can put iron bars on the windows but can’t cut the grass?”

“Gotta keep out the riff-raff,” Taehyung comments idly.

“Or maybe they’re intended to keep something in,” Jungkook adds. Mild curiosity flavors his words. You can tell he’s sliding into his professional mode. His eyes miss nothing. You know he’s keeping mental tabs on even the most minor nuances.

You sigh. “Let’s just get this over with. The sooner we get set up, the sooner we can get started. Are we setting any cameras or monitors up out here?”

“I think it’ll be best to set up two surveillance feeds out here, and we just monitor them from the hub we set up inside. There are two grave sites that were listed in the pamphlet, where a lot of activity has been reported. I'd like to get at least one camera and recorder at each.” Jimin begins going through the list of where he wants things set up as he and Jungkook work to get the chains removed and the wooden door open. The hinges squeal and spit clouds of brick-colored rust as the door is heaved open.

The inside of the mausoleum is dark and cold, the air stale and dusty. The central atrium is somewhat bare, with only a few scattered, broken wooden benches and overturned vases. Along the walls are square blocks of stone with etched names and dates on them. It doesn’t look like anyone has been inside for ages. A thick coating of dust covers the stone floor, and cobwebs hang from every corner.

Taehyung gets started on outside surveillance. It’s not long before the base cameras are in place, and the lines are led inside to the hub that he sets up just inside the door. Jungkook takes your backpack and helps you unpack some of the audio equipment in it. Two large, battery-powered stand lights are placed on either side of the hub, illuminating the far walls and single entry into the back hallway that leads to the prayer room, upper crypt, and the stairwell down into the lower chamber.

“What’re you thinking as far as starting places?” Jungkook asks Jimin

“I think you’ll want to begin in the prayer room with your usual load out. That is where a lot of the cult activity happened and where a few of the reports are from,” he tells Jungkook. “Taehyung, I think it’ll be best to set up the hub right here at the entrance to keep as much electronic interference away from our other devices as possible. We’ll start down in the lower crypt,” he instructs, gesturing between you and himself. “We’ll check it out and set up a camera down there and then head to the upper crypt. Let’s all meet back here at 1 AM to reconvene; we’ll do a stint outside and then come back in the main atrium for a group session at the witching hour before we wrap up.”

Everyone splits up, grabbing their designated equipment before dispersing. Jimin gave everyone a copy of the grounds’ map to ensure they knew where they were going. You hardly think anyone will need it, considering how basic the upper floor layout is. Jimin leads you toward the hallway at the back of the central atrium. Jungkook trails a few paces behind.

“Can we get a coms check before we go any further?” you ask, lifting the walkie-talkie in your hand.

Jimin stops just inside the hallway and turns, giving you a tight smile. He clicks the radio button on his own walkie. “Check, check. How’s the connection sound, Taehyung?”

Taehyung snorts from across the room. “At this range, of course it works. It will be more of a test once you put a few feet of stone between us. But we’ll get to that. Check in again in 10 minutes. If you can’t get patched in, head back up here, and we’ll see if we got enough line for a hardwire.”

You grumble at Jimin and huff, “Forgive me for trying to be cautious.”

“Babe, I appreciate your caution,” Jimin intones teasingly. “Let’s just get started, and we’ll address any radio issues if they come up.”

Jungkook quietly brushes past you, giving Jimin a slight nod. He disappears down the dark hallway a moment later. “Lead the way.” You gesture toward the descending stairs.

“We’ll radio up in a few,” you call back to Taehyung.

Jimin begins down the steps, a flashlight in his hand illuminating the way. “Can you feel it? Fuck, I love this. It’s such a rush. My heart is racing!”

“I think you’re the only one that could get a boner from an abandoned tomb.” Your response has Jimin’s laughter echoing down the spiraling staircase.

“You’ve clearly never fucked in a cemetery before, and it shows,” he sasses back in jest.

You shake your head, choosing to ignore his blatant jab. “Do you really think there’s a coven of petrified vampires down here? Were there pictures in the pamphlet?”

Jimin holds up a finger. “If you wait just a minute, you’ll be able to see for yourself.”

“Fine.”

The stairs wind around another curve before they end, leading right into a large circular chamber. Jimin’s flashlight swings wildly from side to side as he swivels to look around. You catch glimpses and snippets of what’s inside. A stone statue resides in the very center of the room, with three wooden caskets situated in an arc around it.

Digging into the backpack in your hand, Jimin pulls out a battery-powered stand lamp. He extends the tripod legs and situates it at the bottom of the stairs. You wait patiently on the bottom step as he works to illuminate the space.

Jimin is practically bouncing on his toes in anticipation as he gets the light set up. With his free hand, he grabs your arm and jostles you as he chuckles softly. You can hear his uneven, anticipatory breathing. A tingle winds itself down your spine, and you flex your fingers to stave off the nerves.

“There!” Jimin announces triumphantly, finally getting the lamp stationed. He flicks the power switch on the back of the lamp head, and bright, white light floods into the space.

“Wow.” The backpack in your hand slips from your now-lax fingers. It’s a scene that’ll be burned into your memory for all your days.

“Holy shit.” Jimin quickly takes a few steps toward the middle of the room.

The stone statue in the center of the room is mounted atop a small marble block. The figure's details are exquisite, rivaling the craft of Strazza or Michelangelo. It’s like a living man was doused in ice, frozen while presenting a vital speech. His arms are thrown wide, and his mouth is open in a rictus snarl, exposing elongated canines that seem to glint like diamonds in the flare from the stand lamp—the swooping waves of shoulder-length hair frame the striking face. The garb fashioned in the stone is reminiscent of the late 19th century, with a flared neckline exposing the expertly defined dip of a delicate collarbone and tight trousers accentuating lithe leg muscles.

The teeth are more startling than anything. To you, at least. They look out of place against the stone of the statue. “I knew it,” you grumble.

“Knew what?” Jimin asks, confused over the sound of your disappointment. He takes a few steps closer to the statue before glancing back at you and raising an eyebrow in question.

You step around the lamp and cross the space to stand beside him. Being this close gives you an even better vantage to see the clearly fake teeth. “Can’t you see it? Those are obviously fake. Someone must have glued them to the stone. They’re not even the same material. Whoever did it didn’t even try to make it match.”

Jimin frowns and rests his hands on his hips as he returns to studying the statue. “The fangs? They do look a little funny, don’t they?”

“Are those nailed shut?” Your question has Jimin swinging back around to look at where you’re now focused.

You’re facing the side where one of the coffins extends beyond the statue's base. Each one is the stereotypical coffin shape. The wood is old, weathered with age but surprisingly not crumbling or rotting. There are four large iron nails slightly protruding from the top, bottom, and sides of each lid. In the center of the coffins, there are crudely carved symbols that you don’t recognize.

“Interesting,” Jimin hums. “We’ll take a closer look at those in a moment. Right now,” he turns back to the statue, “let’s try to debunk this bad boy. Let’s roll on camera two for now.” He drops his backpack and squats down to dig inside.

“I’m going to check comms with Taehyung,” you mumble. You turn the dial to channel two and click the radio button on the walkie. “Check, check. Taehyung, can you hear me?”

“Loud and clear, beautiful. JK’s also good on comms. The line will remain open and hot as needed. You guys shouldn’t be long down there. Stop by the hub before you head to the upper crypt. Tell Jimin I fixed his thermal reader, the one he broke last time. I forgot to mention it earlier. Just cue for me before you start recording.” Taehyung’s voice only breaks a few times, the connection crackling lightly every few words.

“Thanks, will do.” You give two clicks on the walkie to signal that you and Jimin are about to start recording.

Still kneeling by his backpack, Jimin pulls out one of the handheld cameras. He adjusts the settings and then turns it on himself. “Team Park, vampire crypt, camera two, currently eleven-fifteen at night,” he rattles off the media information for production. “For legal purposes, I’m here of my own volition,” he finishes, looking into the camera's lens and smiling.

He stands up and directs the camera toward you. You repeat the line and then turn to the statue. “What do you suggest?”

“Well, this can all be edited out. But, I suggest we play a little game first. Just for shits and giggles and because I truly want to see how you’ll react to one of your deepest, darkest fantasies.”

That makes your brow furrow. You glance back at him. “What?”

Jimin smirks. “I dare you to put your arm in the statue's mouth and act like he’s biting you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut to stifle the wash of embarrassment that floods through you. “Wow. You’re an asshole. You know that?”

“Come on! How many times are you ever going to get this chance? Seriously. What’s the harm? It’s just a statue.”

Slowly opening your eyes, you let them drift back to the statue. As if your body has a mind of its own, your tongue peeks out and slides over your bottom lip. What is the harm? Jimin knows all about your sordid vampire fantasies. You have always wanted to be bitten, even if it’s just pretending. Sure, you could ask a real guy to dress up and play along…but there’s just something thrilling about the statue, and let’s be honest, real men kind of suck—and not in a good way.

You finally sigh and stick your tongue out at Jimin. “This stays between us. Understood?”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up and do it already.” Jimin sniggers, taking a step closer to you and the statue. “Got to make sure I get a close-up of this.” He angles the camera toward the bottom of the figure, intent on doing an upward pan but stops short. “What’s that on the base?”

Jimin gestures to the mounting block when you look at him questioningly. There is a faint inscription chiseled into the stone face. You can barely make it out. It's so faint. You kneel to get a better look, running your fingers along the jagged letters. “It’s some sort of inscription,” you murmur. Realization dawns a moment later, and you can’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny? What does it say?”

“Could this get any more cheesy-vampire-bullshit?” You laugh again. “It says, ‘Forever immortalized beneath blood and bone, Beware the wicked one cast in stone, Tread light of foot and soft of voice, The sentinels are listening for your choice, Beckon forth and decide for thee, If a willing offer ye be, Cursed for power and wounded pride, Just a drop to break the curse and become the monster's bride’.”

Now it’s Jimin’s turn to laugh. “Okay, wow. Yeah, I get it now. Jeez, whoever did those teeth must have done that, too, because damn, that’s so fucking corny. A warning that rhymes and is full of mysticism and woo-woo shit, how cliche.”

“This is so stupid. Let’s just go.”

Jimin swings the camera up to your face. “Don’t even think about leaving until we do this. If anything, this is even more of a reason to do it.” There is a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Come on, indulge me, indulge in you.”

“You owe me an entire bottle of wine, and I’m taking a month-long vacation this summer— without you.” Sighing, you move close to the statue. “Fucking hell,” you mumble to yourself. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. Remind me why we’re still friends?”

Jimin tuts softly. “Because we’re cut from the same cloth, babe. I know all your fantasies and am helping make some of them come true. I tried dressing up like Dracula for you last year, which didn’t do the trick. Consider this me upping the ante and embodying what a true best friend would do. You’ll be thanking me later.”

“Halloween last year? Those plastic teeth were ridiculous, and we both know it,” you gripe. “Maybe I should see if Jungkook would be interested in—“

“Stop stalling and do it,” Jimin cuts you off. You can tell that mentioning Jungkook has struck a nerve, and it makes you feel a bit better about all the teasing and jests Jimin’s been making at your expense.

You step up onto the marble block the statue is mounted on. Shuffling your feet between the spread ones of the statue brings you almost eye to eye with the remarkable figure. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say those eyes were boring into yours. Bracing your left hand on the shoulder of the statue, you lean in and raise your right. You let it hover in front of the gaping maw for a few seconds as your heart pounds away in your chest, and your breathing goes shallow.

The mouth looks wide enough for your wrist to fit, but as you press your arm forward, you feel the chilling sensation of stone pressing into the soft flesh of your wrist. Loosening the fist you have your hand curled into, you wiggle your fingers to alleviate any remaining tension and try to press your wrist forward again, a little harder this time.

A smile spreads across your lips as you feel your wrist slide past the teeth, but it quickly fades as twin slices of pain ignite a fire in the side of your wrist. You let out a startled cry as the pain flares in intensity.

“Are you okay?” Jimin questions, lunging forward to offer assistance if you need it.

He barely takes a step before he’s thrown back. You scream, ripping your wrist from the statue’s mouth. Your arms windmill in the air as you lose your footing. What feels like an iron lock snaps around one of your flailing arms, and a band of steel encases your waist, preventing you from lurching backward with the concussive blast of rock and cold air that sent Jimin flying. You blink away dust, and once the cloudy debris settles, you come face to face with a beautiful nightmare.

You clutch your bloody wrist to your chest, automatically trying to shield the wounds—the twin puncture marks—that you know are there. Brown eyes ringed in a bloom of crimson stare back at you. They blink slowly a few times as the lower jaw works from side to side before snapping shut. The protruding canines settle over the bottom lip, creating divots in the flesh. The points of those teeth are stained red with blood. Your blood—which runs cold in your veins as you stare back into those inhuman eyes.

The arm around your waist tightens a fraction, along with the fingers wrapped around your other wrist. “Please let me go,” you barely manage to whisper through trembling lips.

A low growl rumbles through the chest you’re pressed so tightly against. You can feel it vibrate through your sternum. “No,” comes the harsh, grave response. “I’ve waited hundreds of years for a worthy soul like yours to come along. You are mine. Come to me of your own volition, offering me a blood sacrifice, pledging to be my bride.”

The three coffins situated around the statue give a startling rattle, like whatever is inside is pounding against the lid, making you scream again. “B-bride?” you balk in utter horror.

Those cruel lips curl up, drawing your eyes back to the long canines–fangs. “Why, yes. You’re to be my very own blood bride.”

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