#Fledermäus

[blutigermond]

Fledermäuse 🦇

[gothic-aesthetic-gal]

🦉𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔅𝔞𝔱 🦇

Tanz der Vampire Krolockxreader

Warnings: Some mild violence and gore (in keeping with the level you might read in classic gothic literature)

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Chapter 15 - What's Done in the Dark...

"Is it the Duke?" Krolock asked, dark eyes searching your face with passionate intensity.

"Yes he's come to take me away!"

"Do not worry my little fledermäus," he said raising his hand to caress your cheek, "I will not let him".

Together you rentered the halls of the castle and kept to the shadows until you came across more of the duke's men.

"This place is a bloody labyrinth!" One of them said to the group, his sword shaking a little in his hand.

"Hush up then and pay attention, they could be anywhere" said another hastily.

Krolock gestured for you to stay hidden behind the column as he drifted into the blackness. The soldier's singular lamp light lit up the four men in a small patch of yellow among the vast darkness. You looked on in anxious anticipation and morbid curiosity. The ease and swiftness of the count's movements astonished you - he quickly disarmed and dragged one of the men back into the shadows. His ferocity thrilled and terrified you simultaneously as another man's terrified shriek was quickly silenced. It was hard not to think of those sharp teeth, a flash of white in the lamplight, which had pierced you already. You traced the scar with your hand absent mindedly as you waited with baited breath to see what would befall the other two soldiers.

They were huddled together in their salt circle of flickering light, cursing loudly. Unable to tear yourself away from the scene, your thoughts were racing - it was a necessary evil to prevent the duke from taking you away... in a flash he was towering over one of them and caught his hand as it drove the blade toward him. The man whimpered and the sword clattered to the floor as he looked up with wide eyes at the vampire's icy complexion. In his blind panic he dropped the lamp and it broke into a thousand pieces against the flagstones. After a flash of fire quickly consumed the remaining oil, the flames died out completely. Once more the men's cries of fear and protest were silenced.

Seeing nothing now, all you were aware of was the sound of your own breathing and heartbeat. Aware of a sudden movement of cold air beside you, a hand was upon your shoulder. You jumped back, unsure whether it could be one of the duke's men instead of the count.

"Y/n it's only me, I won't hurt you".

Hearing his voice and overcome with relief you rushed forward and wrapped your arms around him.

He seemed taken back before stroking your hair again gently.

"I was worried it wasn't you" you said, finally releasing him.

"The irony cannot be lost on you.. you are quite unlike anyone i've ever met" he said in disbelief.

"I suppose you meant that as a compliment", you toyed plafully, grasping his cloak to steady yourself in the pitch blackness.

He chuckled and began to lead you by the hand through the room until you reached some steps. Carefully you felt out the ascent towards some candle lit room, all the while with Krolock's cold hand clasped tightly in your own.

When the steps gave way to the light of one of the castles many portrait lined hallways, it was hard not to get lost in your thoughts about how nice it was to be so close to him. As you made your way through the winding passages, having to keep pace with his swift yet graceful strides, the eyes of his ancestors seemed to glare down upon you.

In the ballroom were several more of the duke's soldiers, seemingly unaware of your approach. As the two of you lingered out of their line of sight you finally turned to look at your rescuer. His expression was resolute and there was a harshness about his face which was antithetical to the tenderness which you had often seen directed toward yourself. The mouth which often curled upward into a smirk was taught now, as though he refrained from bearing his teeth. His lips were wet with blood, which dripped steadily over his chin and down his neck. The sight was a terror to behold and yet; your heart laid still in your chest. You regarded him with fascination and longing - even in this beastly state he was still your paramour... he protected you and the sudden and complete awareness that you loved him dawned upon you.

Continue to the next Chapter ⬇️

[a-cold-rose]

Ich bin eine fledermäus