#dracula x oc

[mollymauksboi]

𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 .𖥔 ݁ ˖🦇

This fic is dedicated to my lovely friend @draculasbat <3 Love you darling! (If you ever want me to write anything else for you please feel free to send me requests! I will happily indulge you with Dracula fics ♡)

Word count: 1,741

(NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI.)

Warnings: Male masturbation, Getting caught, Voyeurism, Oral overstimulation

Ever since the death of his wife, Dracula had not been the same. His compassion towards the humans had soured, he no longer cared about them- began to slaughter them left and right out of anger and when he wasn’t angry? He was locked within his study in a depressive episode. He never had company, and by rights he should have killed her the second she stepped foot in his castle… But something about this adorably tiny woman with short black hair and dark grey eyes caught his attention.

Vlad was wary at first, keeping her at arm's length. He did not enjoy her presence, but she needed help, shelter- so he caved for once allowing a human to reside with him.

Several months had passed, and the vampire lord had found himself slowly growing accustomed to her presence, even… Liked having her around. She was a quiet woman for the most part, he had managed to allow her into his study, having her close by, letting the ravenette read his books and talk her heart out whenever she was in the mood to talk; rarely did she ramble but when she did it was absolutely adorable. His gardens had not looked so bright and cared for since Lisa’s passing.

Hells… he had gotten so wrapped around her finger that Dracula even let her groom him- he couldn’t see his reflection after all and she trimmed his beard and brushed out his long hair; Dracula quite enjoyed having her tiny form in his lap while she did this.

Today… Gods today, Dracula couldn’t get his little bat out of his mind. They had developed a unique bond, a bit of a sexually charged one. They’d shared some kisses and some nights full of passion, but it had been a while. The man was pent up… Vlad had leaned back in his chair, sifting through one of the desk drawers to pull out a pair of panties his darling little one had gifted him.

Undoing his slacks, the man pulled out his twitching and aching cock, stroking it as he held the silk undergarments to his nose, inhaling her scent. One of his favourite things was when the ravenette was on her knees, sucking him off. Especially on a bad day, the relief was intoxicating.

Soft and quiet moans left the man’s lips, Vlad could just imagine his little one looking up at him from, his red eyes gazing into her dark grey’s as she took his throbbing cock into her mouth, staring into his eyes as she pleasured him. He could just imagine the way her mouth felt upon him, the warmth that felt like he was melting, the way her tongue would drag across the underside of his erection, flicking over the sensitive tip teasingly.

How her cute little giggles would fill the air when he would make him whimper from how gods damn good it felt. The vampiric lord rather liked her going down on him like that, he liked everything she did of course, especially how tight her pretty little pussy was for him when he would fuck her.

He loved how she was always so willing to do these things with him, sometimes he would be extremely gentle and on the very rare occasion she was used as nothing more than a sex doll for his pleasure to release those pent up emotions into. He always made sure no matter what to give his darling one the best aftercare though, he may be brutal and violent when he needed to be, but he was not a monster, not with those he cared so deeply for.

Vlad was so distracted with this little fantasy, slowly chasing his high that he had not even heard the knocking upon the study door, nor the woman he was growing to love walk inside- standing there in shock.

The slight sound of shuffling caught his attention, his pointed ears perking up a little only to meet those same grey eyes he had been fantasizing about and suddenly the man stopped everything he was doing. Fuck- he had just been caught in one of the most compromising positions possible. While it wouldn’t be the first time she had seen him masturbating, it was the first time he had been caught doing it- especially while her panties were currently bunched in his fist against his face. If he could blush, the man was sure his face would be as red as the blood he feasted upon.

“O-Oh, hello my sweet, I’m sorry I didn’t hear you come in-” Dracula began to tuck himself back into his pants, stuffing the panties into the half open drawer only to pause, his red eyes widening as she moved closer, that familiar playful smirk upon her lips. If only his heart could still beat, he was sure it would be pounding inside his chest.

That look always gave him butterflies- it was funny, people viewed Vlad as a monster, a man who only caused pain and suffering but for those he was closest to? He was nothing more than a big teddy bear who was suffering through his own grief and trying his hardest to process it all.

“No, no.. Don’t let me stop you, my love… Please, continue~”

That flirtatious tone did not help- not at all. He groaned softly, nodding as he untucked himself from his trousers once again, his cock throbbing while he watched her pull up a chair a few feet away from where he sat behind his desk, crossing her legs and watching him intently, amusement and arousal dancing within those beautiful stormy eyes of hers.

Dracula by no means was a submissive man, he always was in control but in this moment? The way she looked at him hungrily and demanded that he continued to jerk off? He was putty in her hands, bending to her every desire.

His little bat sure knew how to tease him and drive him crazy without even touching him, the way she sat, exuding such confidence… the way she undid a few buttons of her shirt to expose the tops of her plump breasts… It had Dracula salivating, his cock aching to be buried deep within her warm and wet core, the feeling of her soft and supple chest in his hands, pressed against his chest, the way they bounced with each thrust of his cock…

Fuck it, the vampire could deny her no longer. If she wanted to watch him stroke himself and cum in his hand, then he would give his little one everything she desired. Vlad’s hand wrapped around his shaft once more, beginning slow and steady just how he liked it, he was feral, but not so much that he would make this a quick show. No, if his darling one wanted to watch him get off, she would have a nice view.

“You know…”

He spoke low and teasing between soft moans of pleasure when his fingers would run over the tip of his cock.

“Your mouth would feel so much better wrapped around me, taking my cum like the good little pet you are~” He knew how to tease her, exactly what got her flustered- just like she knew how to fluster him. Her little blush was so telling; she wanted to, but her mind had been made up, she was going to let him finish what he had started as if she had not wandered in and caught him in the act.

“Maybe if you are good and cum for me like this… I’ll lick up your mess~” Oh fuck… Now that was an image Dracula wanted burned into his mind. His ministrations became faster now, his hips bucking ever so slightly into his hand. His crimson gaze never once left her stormy one, their eyes locked as if they were truly making love then and there.

The only noise that filled the space between them was the sound of the chair creaking under his movements, wet slapping sounds of skin hitting skin accompanied by the moans and soft praises that fell from his lips. Dracula could feel that familiar pooling of heat in his abdomen, he was nearing his end, quicker than he wanted but he had been at this for a bit before she had shown up.

“My little love… How perfect you are for me… such a good girl…”

That sparked something in his little bat, he could see the flash of arousal intensifying in her gaze and she finally moved from the chair to kneel before him just like he loved. Her fingers, feather light in touch traced up and down his thighs while she watched his every movement. Something about this- her not even being the one to pleasure him and yet sat there with those innocent touches; it drove the vampire wild. His movements increased in intensity and pacing one final time, his free hand gently stroking the woman's raven locks.

“My little bat… haaahh… I’m… Going to-”

“Good my love… Cum for me~” That playful little demand was his downfall. With a few more rough strokes, Dracula’s head tilted back, eyes fluttering closed as her name fell from his lips in a delightful cry of pleasure. The hot, sticky strings of his release coated his hand, dripping down his length and the man slumped into his seat a little, breath slightly ragged.

His ears perked as he heard the woman between his legs shift, and he opened his eyes just in time to watch that cheeky little smile tug at her lips before she leaned down, licking up every last drop he had spilled.

His body tensed and twitched- an undignified whimper leaving him when her tongue licked up his sensitive shaft, teasingly flicking over the tip which made him jump in the chair before he gave a quiet chuckle of amusement watching her sit back and swallow all that she had taken.

“Careful my love… Tease me too much and you might just end up bent over my desk~” Oh what a sight that would be…

Her adorable little giggles were music to his ears, watching the way she stood and climbed into his lap, straddling his hips.

“Maybe thats what i want~ After all… you did put on such a good show for me..” This woman would surely be the death of him.. But Dracula wouldn’t have it any other way.

[esta-elavaris]

On AO3 here 🖤

The library that Vladislaus led her into looked straight from a gothic novel. Then again, given that this room predated gothic novels, it was probably a good source of inspiration for many of those early authors. Trailing behind him, she took it all in – the heavy velvet drapes, the ornately carved and upholstered furniture, the impossible high walls, all bursting with books, and tried to imagine its history. Scores of well-to-do guests, giggling over glasses of the very best spirits, committing details of the room to memory so they could squirrel them into their works when they next returned to their writing desks.           However much she was staring at the room, the Count continued to stare at her. Whether he knew she felt his gaze or not, it remained fixed on her as she took it in, but he had the sort of confidence oozing off of him that made her suspect even if she stared back, his gaze wouldn’t waver. And, surprisingly, it didn’t make her uncomfortable, so she continued her own staring. “The things these walls must’ve seen,” she murmured, taking it all in. He led her to the sitting area by yet another giant hearth, taking up the dark leather armchair opposite the cushy red, high-backed two-seater she sank into. “Most of which you’ll soon know about well enough,” he said. “If you don’t already.”

[prettybea]

The Private Eye's Bloodhound

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Case 1 - Make It Stop

Description:

It's been 17 years ever since Phoebe's abduction and now she's all grown up and she is now a detective. She received a case and at the same time she met her new partner but there's something off with her new partner and she has no idea why but she needs to shake those thoughts off, she and her partner has a new case to solve.

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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BE-*

Phoebe smack her alarm clock that was on her bedside table. It's 5:30 AM in the morning as she could hear the birds singing outside of her house, Phoebe slowly sat up at her bed to steady herself. While steady herself she takes a closer look on her hand, the little hole of her palm was still there even though her hand is healed it was still there and just looking at her hands brought back the memories brought her back where she was abducted by The Order when she was 7 years old.

It's been 17 years ever since she was rescued by that unknown man that up until now Phoebe has no idea who that man was but she made a promise to herself that when she founds him she will thanked him for saving her life 17 years ago.

Ever since she was rescued, she began having this dream about a woman and strange man and at the same time she began to see things with just a touch of her fingers like a psychic. Whatever happened that day really did change her life forever.

'Alright, enough thinking about the past, let's focus on the present. ' Phoebe thought to herself, she then yawns and got out of bed. She went to the bathroom to do a quick shower, after that she went to her closet to pick a clothes for today. She decided to wear a white buttoned shirt, she wear a maroon waistcoat with brown buttons, she wear a maroon pants, and she wore a black combat boots.

She takes a closer look at herself in the mirror before heading out. She grabbed her hair comb and began to comb her dark blonde hair. After that, she went to the kitchen to grab something to eat as her breakfast. In the kitchen, she found a leftover of her banana loaf in the fridge, it's the only food she had and she made a mental note that she need to buy groceries ASAP.

*BARK*

Phoebe look down to find her German Sheppard named Luna.

"Oh, good morning, Luna. " Phoebe greeted her dog with a light head pat. She and Luna lived in a two story house for a long time, she found Luna as a stray puppy back then Phoebe was hurt upon seeing Luna's condition but when she adopts Luna the house suddenly felt a bit lively.

"Sorry, buddy. I don't have dog food for today. " Phoebe said to her to which the dog whimpers as if she understood what her hooman had said. "But don't worry, at Saturday I will buy some dog food. " Phoebe reassures her in which the dog smiled upon hearing this.

Phoebe went to the living room and turned on the television to look at the news. Phoebe ate her banana loaf as she watches the news, the news were nothing bust discuss about politics, celebrities, and many more that Phoebe find it very bored. This is her daily during the morning before going outside, the reason why she watches the news every morning is because she needs to be updated on the news around the world.

After eating her banana loaf, she threw the wrapper at the trash can. She left the kitchen and went to her room to grab her holster, her black gloves, and her black jacket.

"Alright Luna, hooman is going to work. Your in charge of the house, okay? " Phoebe said to her. Luna barked as a respond. Phoebe bid her dog goodbye and went to the garage where her car was parked.

She opened the garage door opened and went to the car. She walk inside of her car and drove off the house but before she really drove off she got out of her car and went back to the garage door to close it and lock the door tight after that she went back to her car and drove off to work.

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"Hey, have you heard the news? " The female rookie police officer asked. It was lunch time and Phoebe is her food when she accidentally overhear the two police officers that were behind her.

"Heard what? " The male rookie police officer asked.

"I heard that we have a new recruit. "

"New recruit? "

"Yeah, I heard that he's a doctor who works in a hospital but the Chief recruited him to be a forensic doctor. " The female rookie police officer explained. This pique Phoebe's attention, a doctor who works in a hospital is now working as a forensic scientist. Phoebe can't help but wonder who this doctor is.

"Have you met him yet? " The male rookie police officer asked.

"No. "

"Then how did you get this information? "

"From the higher ups. "

"Sara! I told you to not do that ever again. You should respect everyone's privacy. " The male rookie police officer said, smacking the female rookie police officer whose name is Sara, in the arms.

'Interesting. ' Phoebe thought.

"Lieutenant Murray. " Someone called her name, interrupting her meal and her thoughts. It was Chief John Jones, the Chief of the Bureau Civic Division Police Department or B.C.D.P.D for short.

Phoebe immediately stands up from her seat.

"Sir? " Phoebe asked. Chief John's presence brought shiver down everybody's spine due to how cold and calculated he is to his colleagues but for Phoebe, she doesn't feel any chills from her spine whenever he appears before her.

"There's been a new recruit here in B.C.D.P.D and I want you to meet him. " Chief John said. Phoebe nodded her head, she drank her canned soda and they both exit the cafeteria.

"Chief, could you tell me who this 'new recruit' is? " Phoebe asked. They were walking out of the cafeteria to go to the office of the Chief.

"Sorry, Pheebs. I can't tell you outside but I can tell you once we are in your office. "

"Wait, my office? " Phoebe asked. The Chief nodded his head, usually whenever there's a new recruit they would go to the office of the Chief and the Chief would call everyone in the station to introduce to the new recruit who will be joining the B.C.D.P.D but this one is...unusual. Why is she meeting this new recruit at her office?

"Is this new recruit is- "

"Yeah, he's there. I think you would like him. " Chief John cut her lines as he confirmed it to her that this new recruit is at her office and its a 'He', Phoebe couldn't help but scoff quietly as to what Chief John just said there.

'You think I would like him? Romantically or professionally? Either, only one way to find out. ' Phoebe thought, she and the Chief continued to walk straight at her office.

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The man close every single blinds at the window as the sun coming from outside of the building burns him. Once the blinds are all down he can finally breath and let a sigh of relief, after that he look at the walls where the certificate hangs on the wall. There were certificate about The Bachelor of Arts in Literature or AB Lit, Bachelor of Library and Information Science, and The Bachelor of Science in Criminology.

The man impress that Phoebe graduated from college with three degrees in College. He then look at her desk to find a picture frame, he grab the picture frame and takes a look.

In the picture, he found Phoebe and her family. They were a family of five with two of her parents standing right behind her and her two brothers, she was in the middle with his brother on the right and her other brother on the left. They were all happy, one big happy family.

He puts the picture frame back where he found it right off when he heard the door opened.

"I'm sorry, we are late, Dr. Sullivan. " Chief John apologize as he enters the office followed by Phoebe.

"No, it's quite alright, Chief Jones. " He said as he glance at Phoebe.

Phoebe froze upon seeing the man, she sense a familiarity from this man. The man was tall like 7 or 8 ft tall, he has the aura that can make anyone shakes in fear, he has long black hair, he has pale skin like he was some sort of vampire or a ghost, he has a black mustache and a black pointy goatee, and he has crimson red eyes that can pierce through someone like a laser. The man wore a black long trench coat, he wore a pair of black gloves similar to Phoebe's black gloves, he wore a black button shirt, he wore a red waistcoat, he wore a pair of black pants, and he wore a pair of black combat boots. In an addition to that, the man has a black tinted shades hanging on the V-shaped of his waistcoat.

Phoebe couldn't help but sense a familiarity on this man as if she'd seen him before but she has no idea where she met this man.

"Lieutenant Murray. " Phoebe was brought back to reality by Chief John's voice. She look at the Chief. "Are you alright? " Chief John asked.

"Uh, yeah. I'm alright. " Phoebe answered with a slight smile. She then look at the man, who is standing tall and straight with both of his hands were behind his back.

"This is Dr. Alexander Dantes Sullivan, he is the new recruit and your new partner. " Chief John announced. Phoebe was shocked to hear this that her jaw couldn't help but dropped, she look at the Chief and then at the man whose name is Dr. Alexander Dantes Sullivan, who is looking at her with a calm expression but he arched an eyebrow.

"Ch-Chief, are you serious? " Phoebe asked.

"Yes, I'm serious. " Chief John answered, he then turn to look at Dr. Alexander Dantes Sullivan. "For the next few weeks, we'll be setting a desk just for you, doctor. " Chief John informed. Phoebe look at the doctor who will be her new partner and found that he seemed not to be thrilled that he's being moved here.

"That will be all. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do. " Chief John said and just like that, he walk away from them, leaving them alone in the office.

"Okay. " Phoebe spoke, breaking the silence between them. "First of all, I'm Lieutenant Phoebe Murray but you can call me Detective Phoebe or Detective Murray. " She introduces herself to him.

"You don't like to be called Lieutenant? " Dr. Alexander Dantes Sullivan asked. This is the first time she heard his voice and this surprises her. His voice was deep, gruff, and quiet.

"U-uh, yeah...yeah I don't want to be called Lieutenant, I prefer to be called as Detective. "

"Why? "

"Because what I do is solve crimes and stuff so...yeah, that's my reason why I wanted you to address me as 'Detective'. " Phoebe explained her reason, she prefers to be called as 'Detective Phoebe' or 'Detective Murray' not Lieutenant. Phoebe already have this position for 1 year now and yet it doesn't feel right to address her as 'Lieutenant'.

"Alright, Detective Phoebe it is. " The doctor said with a nod. "As for me, you can address me anything you want. "

"Okay, is it fine if I called you Dr. Alexander? " Phoebe asked.

"You may. " Dr. Alexander answered with a nod. Phoebe walk past him as she walk towards the window, she was going to open the blinds when Dr. Alexander stopped her.

"I prefer to keep them close. " Dr. Alexander spoke up. Phoebe turns around to face him, she arched an eyebrow.

"Why? " Phoebe asked.

"I hate the sun. " Dr. Alexander answered. There was an awkward silence between the two of them in the office with Phoebe arched an eyebrow and was confused while Dr. Alexander just stared at her with no emotions on his face but deep down he facepalm himself as to why he picked that answer and why not just tell her the truth.

"You hate the sun? " Phoebe asked. Dr. Alexander nodded his head.

"Yes, it blinds my eyes and I'm nocturnal. " Dr. Alexander said as he shows her, his black tinted shades. "Which is why I brought this shades everywhere I go, to protect my eyes from the sun. " Dr. Alexander further explained his reason.

"Alright, I'll just turn the blinds half on instead. " Phoebe said but before she could turn half of the blinds she turns to face Dr. Alexander. "Is it okay if I turn half of the blinds on? " Phoebe asked. Dr. Alexander nodded his head, Phoebe then look at the window and turned half of its blinds open.

After that, Phoebe sat on her chair of her desk alongside with Dr. Alexander but since she has no desk yet, he decided to sat in one of the chairs that was in front of Phoebe's desk.

"So, what are we going to do now? " Dr. Alexander asked.

"Well, since there's no case today. I'm just going to do some paperwork. " Phoebe answered him. "You can play something in your phone to fill the boredom. " Phoebe added. She just finished solving a murder case last week and now she's going to do some paperwork throughout the week until she receive a new case.

"Can I help you in something? " Dr. Alexander asked.

"Oh no, no, I can handle this on my own. " Phoebe refused. It was just a little bit of paperwork and then she's done.

"Alright then. " Dr. Alexander said as he pulled out his shades and press a tiny button at the side of the shades that get rid of the black tinted in his shades and turn into a regular eyeglasses, its like a curtain. Phoebe saw the whole thing and she can't help but shocked as to what she just saw.

"Woah, how did you do that? " Phoebe asked, who stopped signing signatures in one of the papers. Dr. Alexander turned to look at her with a confused look across his face.

"What? "

"Your shades. One moment it was just black tinted shades but now...it's a regular eyeglasses. "

"Oh, this. This is a gift from a friend of mine from Japan. " Dr. Alexander told her, looking at the shades which transformed into a regular eyeglasses. "She invented this just for me. Not only this shades will help me protect my eyes from the sun but it can also help my poor eyesight. " He explained.

"I've never seen or heard this kind of product before. "

"That's because she never expose this product to the public. "

"But why? " Phoebe asked, squinting her eyes.

"She's an inventor, not an entrepreneur, and not a businesswoman. She uses her skills as an inventor to help her friends. " Dr. Alexander said as he wears his now eyeglasses on. He blink a couple of times until his vision became clears. Phoebe has no more questions for him for now so she resume back doing her paperwork while Dr. Alexander did what Phoebe told him; to look at his phone.

After several hours and after signing those papers, Phoebe is finally free from the hands of the signing of the paperwork. She stretched her arms and legs especially her fingers. She then look at Dr. Alexander, she finds him on his phone. He looks at his phone very intently with a stern look across his face.

"Is something the matter? " Phoebe asked. Dr. Alexander looks at her and then looks at his phone.

"Another patient just died. " Dr. Alexander answered. Phoebe could feel the guilt in Dr. Alexander and she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"I'm sorry to hear that. " Phoebe replied.

"It's alright. " Dr. Alexander reassured her with a smile but Phoebe could tell that the smile he is forming looked so much of a force smile. "It seems that you've already done with your paperwork. " Dr. Alexander said as he just noticed that Phoebe is done with her paperwork.

"Yup and I'm free. " Phoebe replied. She look at the clock and was surprise to find that it was 4:45 PM. "My God, I didn't know that it was already this late? " Phoebe said, her voice sounded like she's about to scream or shout. Dr. Alexander turned to look at the wall clock hanging on the wall to find that it was 4:45 PM.

"Hm, time flies by. " Dr. Alexander commented. He then look at Phoebe and ask: "What time do you left B.C.D.P.D? "

"I live at 5:00 PM but now that I have 15 minutes left I think we should go to the cafeteria and eat some ice cream. " Phoebe said as the both of them stood up from their chairs.

"There's an ice cream stand in the cafeteria? " Dr. Alexander asked. Phoebe nodded her head.

"Yup and I usually eat some ice creams before leaving the department. " Phoebe answered his question. "Also, their ice creams are the best! " She added. Phoebe turned off the computer and once the computer is turned off the two of them exit the office.

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"Thank you very much! " Phoebe thanked the ice cream vendor after receiving their ice creams. Phoebe ordered a mango ice cream while Dr. Alexander ordered a black forest ice cream. They found a vacant seat, perfect for the two of them. They both sat down as they sat down Dr. Alexander hear people whispering and they whispering about them most specifically, him.

"Is that the new recruit? "

"Oh no, he's hot. "

"I wanna ask him for his name and number but I can't do it. "

"Boy, he's tall, dark, and handsome at the same time. "

"Man, I didn't expect that the lieutenant has a partner. "

"I think this two are going to be a perfect match. "

While eating her mango ice cream, Phoebe notice that Dr. Alexander wasn't eating his black forest ice cream, she was confused as to why but as she look at him, she finds an irritated look across his face and that's when she realize that people around the cafeteria were talking about them, specifically him.

"Ignore them, doctor. " Phoebe told him. Dr. Alexander looked at her and seemed to have relax. "Their just shock to see a tall man like you." Phoebe added.

"I agree, I was talk of the town when I first work at Lavender Lupu Hospital. "

"LLH? " Phoebe asked, sounded so surprise. Dr. Alexander nodded his head as he scoop some ice cream and ate some.

You see, Lavender Lupu Hospital or LLH for short, is a very popular hospital and has been established on 1792 and the main reason why it was so popular is because of the free of medical fees and if the patient is homeless they will offer that patient a free medical treatment. The workers in LLH only cares about saving lives and not money.

"You seemed surprise. " Dr. Alexander said, noticing Phoebe's surprised look.

"Of course I am. I hear good things about that hospital. " Phoebe said. "How did you apply on that hospital? " Phoebe asked.

"I didn't apply. " Dr. Alexander answered which makes Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "I was transferred. " Dr. Alexander revealed.

"Transferred? Is that mean that you previously work in a hospital? " Phoebe asked and Dr. Alexander nodded his head.

"Yes, I used to work at Carnelian Hospital in Florida. " Dr. Alexander revealed. He took a scoop and ate an ice cream. "I've been working for about 2 years at Carnelian Hospital and due to my skills as a doctor I was promoted to work at Lavender Lupu Hospital. " Dr. Alexander explained. Somehow, Phoebe has learned something about Dr. Alexander.

"What about you, Detective Phoebe? " Dr. Alexander asked. Phoebe hummed in response. "How did you became a detective? " Dr. Alexander asked.

"Oh, well...I became a detective because that's my passion. " Phoebe answered, looking at her ice cream bowl which is already half empty. "I've always wanted to help people. In this world, the victims suffered through tragedies while the culprits were running around scot free and no one is doing anything to stop them even though the culprits was arrested and sent to jail wasn't even enough because the sentencing is short and the culprits surely paid the lawyers a hefty amounts of money so they could get a short sentence or proven to not be guilty in court. " Phoebe explained. Dr. Alexander listened through her monologue and he could see the burning passion for justice and the determination in her eyes. She does have a point, the victims suffered while the culprits get away with their criminal acts and he knows that feeling as he experience this kind of injustice back then. "Heh, s-sorry, I didn't mean to talk this long. " Phoebe apologize as she scratched the back of her head.

"No, no, it's quite alright. " Dr. Alexander said. "Everyone deserve to express their opinions. " Dr. Alexander told her and Phoebe smiled at his statement.

"I'm glad that you understand my ramblings. " Phoebe said. They both continued to eat their ice creams until the bowl was empty. After eating their ice creams, they went to the trash bins and throw it and then they exit the cafeteria and went outside of the police department.

When they got out of the police department Dr. Alexander felt his eyes burning due to the sun so he turned his eyeglasses into black tinted shades but alongside he pulled out a fedora hat from his black coat and he wears it.

"Before you go, we need exchange numbers. " Phoebe said as she pulled out her phone. Dr. Alexander pulled out his phone and gave it to Phoebe. After exchanging numbers Phoebe gave it to Dr. Alexander. Dr. Alexander holds his phone and shove it to the pocket of his pants.

"So, do you have a car or... "

"I have a motorcycle. " Dr. Alexander said. "What about you? "

"I have a car. " Phoebe answered. They went downstairs of the entrance of the police department.

"Welp, this is where we went to our separate ways. " Phoebe said, looking at the parking lot, where the police cars and motorcycles were being parked. She then look at Dr. Alexander. "I'll message you if we received a case, alright? "

"Alright. Have a good day, detective. "

"You too, doctor. "

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"Do you really think that you could just walk away from your old ways and start anew...Heh...Think again. "

Dr. Alexander's eyes shot open alongside a gasp. He found himself back in Lavender Lupu Hospital, his office. He didn't even realize that he slept in his desk, he was scanning the x-ray that the radiologist gave him evolving around a tumor on Mrs. Phelps' head. He might have doze off.

"Woah, is that a tumor? " A voice spoke. Dr. Alexander looked in front of him to find a young boy. The young boy appears to be 11 or 12 years old, he has long blonde hair that was tied to a ponytail, he has yellow eyes, his skin pale just like the doctor, he wore a black waistcoat with gold trim, he wore a white buttoned shirt, he wore a white cravat with a green pendant, he wore a black boy shorts, he wore a white knee high socks, and he wore a pair of black shoes.

The young boy seemed surprise and points at the ball that was located in the right side of her skull.

"Yes, Mrs. Phelps has brain tumor but luckily it's benign. " Dr. Alexander said. The young boy that he is talking to is named Adrian and Adrian is just a figment of his imagination or in other words he's subconscious of his mind. "But she needs to go undergo surgery. " Dr. Alexander told Adrian.

"Does a benign tumor need surgery? " Adrian asked.

"Well, there are benign tumors do not require any treatment not unless if the patient is causing symptoms but if the patient requires treatment we usually remove the benign surgically. " Dr. Alexander answered his question and further explain this. Adrian nodded his head as he understands every word that comes out of the doctor's mouth.

"Does benign tumor grow faster? " Adrian asked and Dr. Alexander shook his head for response.

"No, the benign tumor grows slowly. " Dr. Alexander answered him. he look at the x-ray and look at the tumor on the right side of the patient's skull. "Mrs. Phelps has been experiencing some symptoms such as: headaches, vomiting, and sometimes she suffered from seizures. " Dr. Alexander added.

"Woah then that means your going to perform a surgery. " Adrian told him. Dr. Alexander nodded his head, agreeing to his subconscious.

"But first, I need permission from Mrs. Phelps' family before doing the surgery. " Dr. Alexander said as he set the x-ray down to his desk.

"Don't forget to give them an update about Mrs. Phelps' condition before doing the surgery. " Adrian reminded him and Dr. Alexander mentally noted that. He then stand up from his desk.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to visit Abigail for a moment. " Dr. Alexander said, straightening the end of his waistcoat and his sleeves before grabbing the white coat and wear it.

"Okie dokie. " Adrian said, giving him a salute and faded away like mist or ashes. Dr. Alexander take a deep breath as he finds himself alone once again.

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"My, my, Abigail Dorol, it's 12:24 AM. You should be sleeping at this hour. " Dr. Alexander said as he entered the room of the 17 years old patient Abigail Dorol. Abigail is suffering from malaria that is why Dr. Alexander went to the storage room to grab a new IV fluid bag for cold and flu as he knows that the previous IV fluid bag will run out which it did run out but he was surprise to find his patient is still awake late at night.

"S-Sorry, Dr. Sullivan. I-I can't sleep. " Abigail reasoned and Dr. Alexander hummed in response. He went to the IV machine in order to replace the IV fluid bag with a new one. While changing the IV fluid bag Dr. Alexander ask:

"What exactly are you reading? "

"I'm reading a comic. " Abigail answered, showing it to Dr. Alexander.

"A comic? What is it about? " Dr. Alexander asked, grabbing a seat and sat down right next to her. Abigail showed him the comic that she is reading.

"It's about this vampire that slumbers for thousands of years and after waking up, the vampire soon realize that chaos were everywhere around the world while he was in a deep slumber but at the same time the vampire has no idea how he got into a deep slumber. So, in this story he are trying to find a way to stop this madness once and for all and protect the humans, the humans that even though he despises but as the story goes on, he found to be kind with them and see the positive and negative things about humans. " Abigail explained the plot of the comic. She then showed him some of the pages to see the plot of the comic. "I was at the end of the comic issue. " Abigail added as she showed him the last few pages of the comic where one of the council of vampires almost defeating the protagonist, who is also a vampire, but with the power of good memories he pulled through and defeated them all but at the end of the comic it shows that fighting the council was only just the beginning, there are many foes that the protagonist have to defeat.

"That's it? " Dr. Alexander asked and Abigail nodded her head.

"The second issue will be releasing this month. I can't wait to read it! " Abigail said as she squealed from excitement. "Say, Dr. Sullivan, do you read comics? " Abigail asked.

"W-Well, not usually but I do read this comic. " Dr. Alexander answered. Upon hearing that the doctor is reading a specific comic book, Abigail couldn't help but have stars on her eyes.

"Oooohhhh...what is it? What is the name of the comic? " Abigail asked. Dr. Alexander was taken aback about this but he remained calm and fix his composure.

"The comic was called BRZRKR. " Dr. Alexander answered and immediately Abigail let out a shriek which almost made Dr. Alexander jumped at his seat.

"No way! " Abigail exclaimed.

"Sh, keep you voice down. " Dr. Alexander shushed her. Abigail covered her mouth with muffled giggle coming out from her mouth.

"Do you know that comic? " Dr. Alexander asked and Abigail nodded her head. "Alright, tell me the plot summary about it. " Dr. Alexander said with a smirk as he is testing her to see if she is telling the truth that she really do know that comic.

"Okay, the comic BRZRKR is about this immortal warrior's 80,000 year fight through the ages and he is finding a way to end his immortality. " Abigail answered. Dr. Alexander rubbed the top of her head.

"Ding, ding, you are correct. " Dr. Alexander said but less enthusiastically.

"What issue are you in the comic? " Abigail asked.

"I'm barely at the first issue. " Dr. Alexander answered as he scratch the back of his head. Due to his work as a doctor here in LLH, he seemed to forgot to read the comic.

"Why don't you read the comic during your free time. " Abigail advised him and Dr. Alexander nodded his head as he took Abigail's advise to heart. Dr. Alexander look at his wrist watch to find that it was 1:03 AM, he then got up from his chair.

"It's 1:03 AM, you need some rest now. "

"Oh, okay. " Abigail said, she sounded like she doesn't want to sleep but she has to obey the doctor's orders. She carefully lay down of her bed and drift off to sleep. Dr. Alexander then left the patient's room and close the door when he left.

He walk down the hall and greeted some doctors and nurses walking down the hall which in turn greeted him back. He's job for the night is simple, he's going to keep an eye on Abigail's conditions but now that the x-ray scans have already been revealed I think he has another task to do-

"Dr. Alexander!!! " Someone shouted his name across the hall. He turned around to find that it was Nurse Willow, one of the nurses that were keeping a watchful eye on Mrs. Phelps and just seeing her running towards him made him worried.

"Nurse Willow, what is it? " Dr. Alexander asked. He knew that this is about Mrs. Phelps but he just hoped that it wasn't about her. Nurse Willow stops at her tracks and take a breath after running so fast just to get to him.

"Dr. Alexander, i-it's Mrs. Phelps. S-She suffering another seizure. " Nurse Willow told him and his fears were correct, he's just denying it.

"Lead the way. " Dr. Alexander ordered and Nurse Willow reluctantly obey that order. Now, they are now running across the hall to go to Mrs. Phelps' room, let's hope she pulled through.

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It is 7:34 AM, a beautiful morning for everyone but for Detective Phoebe it's just a normal day for her to solve a murder case. A dispatch called them about a murder and Detective Phoebe immediately went to the crime scene, she followed the location that the dispatcher send.

She parked her car just outside of the crime scene where there police cars were there too. She turns off of the engine of her car and got out of the car. The crime happened in a house perfect for a family to live, it's a two story house, and it was just a very simple American house.

Phoebe went inside of the house which was now bombarded with crime scene tapes, dry blood, and police officers were on the scene. She look around to find that something happened like a sign of struggle or something like that. When she got to the living room, she found Dr. Alexander.

Dr. Alexander kneels down with one kneel. He still wears the same outfit where they first met. Phoebe looks around and find that there are officers are walking away from the crime scene which made her arch an eyebrow.

"He's been like this for like hours. " One of the officer said right next to Phoebe.

"Hours? " Phoebe asked.

"Yeah. In fact: He's the very first one that arrived at the crime scene. " The officer said and that surprise Phoebe. She was going to ask the officer another question when they heard footsteps approaching them.

"Good morning, Detective Phoebe. " Dr. Alexander greeted her. Phoebe jumped when she saw Dr. Alexander right in front of her even the officer that she is talking to jumped in fright when they saw him right in front of them. The officer then walk away from the two of them as they began to feel the chill running down their spine and they started to feel cold.

"Oh, hey, Dr. Alexander. " Phoebe greeted him back. "I just talk to one of the officer and they told me that you've been here for hours. " Phoebe said, jerking her thumb at the police officer, who is walking away from the crime scene.

"The dispatch was the one that contact me since the other officers are unavailable or slacking off of their jobs. " Dr. Alexander told her. He then took out his phone and showed it to Phoebe and he was right, the dispatch really did send him the location of the crime scene and to her surprise, he was here at the time of 5:50 AM. She look at her watch to find that it was 7:39 AM.

"You've been here for 2 hours. " Phoebe said with disbelief and shock in her voice. Dr. Alexander nodded his head to confirmed it to her which made Phoebe dropped her jaw. "Why didn't you call me then? Could have sworn that I gave you my number. "

"I don't want to interrupt your...what's the word...oh yes. Beauty sleep as you women call it. " Dr. Alexander answered. Phoebe rolled her eyes alongside a scoff escape from her mouth. "But do not worry, when I got here I began my investigation. " Dr. Alexander added.

"Doctor, what your doing here is good but please...you have to remember that you have a partner. " Phoebe said as she rubbed the bridge of her nose, she cannot believe that she is going to have a headache already in the morning. "And that partner is also a police. So, in other words, if you receive the dispatch and the crime scene's location you have to call ASAP even if I'm having my beauty sleep. " Phoebe added. There was a moment of silence between the two of them as Dr. Alexander stared blankly at Phoebe and she could have sworn that the doctor has no life in his eyes for a second there.

"I understand. Now, let's move on to the investigation. " Dr. Alexander said and the two of them entered the crime scene where the victim was lying. "The was victim's name is Nick Brando. Age 56 years old. He works as a construction worker and he is homophobic. " Dr. Alexander explained to Phoebe the victim. They kneel down to examine the body.

"Homophobic? " Phoebe asked. "Don't tell me that you've interrogated the witnesses? "

"No I didn't. " Dr. Alexander answered. He then remove his eyeglasses. "You see, I have a strong sense of smell and the smell of the blood helps me look into the victim's character. " Dr. Alexander explained.

"So you already know who the killer is? " Phoebe asked.

"No. " Dr. Alexander answered. Phoebe can't help but feel disappointed. "But just because I don't know who the killer is that doesn't mean that stops there. "

"You know how they died? " Phoebe asked.

"Very good. " Dr. Alexander said. "Yes, I know how they died just smelling the blood. "

"Alright, let's start with that. " Phoebe began. "So, what did you see? " Phoebe asked.

"Before Nick was murdered, he was here sitting in the couch, drinking his beer. It was 9:56 PM that time, then a knock came and the wife whose name is Belinda Brando, she answered the door and then the killer was right in front of her and shoot her with a shotgun. "

"Wait, before you proceed, I just want to ask: Did you see the killer's face? " Phoebe asked.

"No, all I could see is a crimson silhouette, making it difficult for me to identify of the killer. " Dr. Alexander answered. Phoebe nodded her head in understanding and then she made a gesture for him to continue his investigation. "Belinda Brando was shot in the stomach making her lost all of her blood immediately. Nick Brando got up from his couch and was about to investigate that sound when the killer up to him and stabbed him 10-15 times with a simple kitchen knife. " Dr. Alexander explained, showing to the lieutenant the stab wounds of Nick Brando and he was right there were stab wounds at the chest and stomach and some of them are repeating making him lost blood immediately. Phoebe look at the entrance of the house where she finds dried blood, Dr. Alexander mentioned that Belinda Brando was shot there but the corpse was not there.

"If Belinda Brando was shot there then where's her body? " Phoebe asked.

"After the killer killed Nick Brando, the killer dragged the dead body of Belinda Brando upstairs at the bathroom to hide the body and went to another room, the son's room and then...well, that's where my vision ends. " Dr. Alexander explained. Phoebe was surprise that there's another one living in the house, a son.

"Could you lead me to where the body was dragged? "

"Of course, just follow me. " Dracula told her. They both got up and exit the living room and went to the second floor of the house. The bathroom was located at the end of the hall while the son's room was located just right next to the bathroom.

"Have you examined the wife's body yet? " Phoebe asked.

"No, not yet. " Dr. Alexander answered. They entered the bathroom where they saw the dead body of Belinda Brando, she was laying in the bathtub with the hole in her stomach. Dr. Alexander examined the victim's wound.

"Well I'll be goddamn. " Dr. Alexander said. Phoebe look at him, puzzled.

"What? " Phoebe asked.

"She was shot by Red Ryder BB Gun. " Dr. Alexander answered but Phoebe is still confused and puzzled about this but luckily Dr. Alexander provided an explanation "Red Ryder BB Gun is a gun that taught marksmanship and gun safety for 80 years, they weren't popular as of today. They can be used to children, youths, and adults."

"So, this gun was just kid friendly. " Phoebe concluded this information.

"Yes but it can be use for hunting back in the day. It embodies the spirit of adventure, tradition, and outdoor recreation. " Dr. Alexander and added a bit information. Phoebe nodded her head, Phoebe examined the body and if she compare the body of Nick Brando, Nick's dead body has stab wounds while Belinda has been shot by a shotgun and just one bullet already killed her but Phoebe wanted to know about the son.

"Do you know what happened to their son? " Phoebe asked. Dr. Alexander exhale sharply and then look at Phoebe.

"Like I said: My vision just ended when the killer dragged Mrs. Brando. " Dr. Alexander told her again about his visions. "Do you want to look at the son's room? " Dr. Alexander asked.

"I was planning to interrogate the witnesses first. " Phoebe decided. Dr. Alexander nodded his head.

"I'll go to the son's room and investigate, you interrogate the witnesses. " Dr. Alexander ordered and Phoebe agreed to this. The both of them exit the bathroom but they went to their separate ways for Dr. Alexander going to the son's room to find some clue while Phoebe went outside to interrogate the witness that saw the body.

Let's start with Dr. Alexander, he entered the room to find the son's room a bit messy but Dr. Alexander don't mind it. he looked at the walls to find poster of famous painters such as: Vincent Van Gogh, Salvador Dali, Edvard Munch, and Frida Kahlo. This gives Dr. Alexander an idea that this boy is a painter or an artist and this boy wanted to become a painter. Dr. Alexander spotted a sketchbook on the boy's desk, he grabbed one of the sketchbook and opened it to reveal drawings, drawings of people, places, animals, and stuff but there's something that catches his eye...he saw a drawing of Carmilla, a character from Sheridan le Fanu's novel with the same name, it was published in 1872. Dr. Alexander move on to the pictures he found at the bedside table, he found a picture of the boy with brown messy and short hair and in the picture he had another boy with yellow long hair, he then move on to the second picture to find a portrait of the boy with brown hair so this concludes that the brown boy is the son of Nick Brando and Belinda Brando and he also had a name, his name is Garett Brando. Dr. Alexander went back to the second picture of Garett and his friend and behind them is the school that they are attending it was called Skyline Freedom High School. Dr. Alexander opened the drawer of the boy's bedside table and find a ton of pictures of the blonde boy from school, showing that they seemed to have a deep friendship, he closes on the drawer and move on. He pulled out his notepad and pen and began to write down his findings, after that he was done but he was about to leave the room when he notice that the window right next to the bed and this give him a clue on why the son is not here.

Meanwhile, Phoebe exit the house and went up to one of the police officers to ask a question.

"Yes, Lieutenant? " One of the police officers who is talking to his fellow colleagues called out as he notice that she is walking towards them.

"Is there a witness who saw the body? " Phoebe asked.

"Yeah, she's at the police car. " The police officer answered. "Follow me, Lieutenant. " The police officer said. Phoebe followed him and find in one of the police cars there's a woman who is a bit shaken upon seeing the dead bodies of the Brando couple, the woman was wrapped in a blanket, and the woman was the same age as Belinda Brando. Phoebe gave her thanks to the police officer and the police officer walks away leaving Phoebe alone with the witness.

"Morning miss, I'm detective Phoebe Murray from B.C.D.P.D. I'm here to interrogate you, is that alright to you? " Phoebe asked. Just looking at the woman, it seems that she still hasn't recovered from discovering the bodies yet so Phoebe needs to be careful with her words and tone of voice.

"S-Sure, d-detective. " The woman stuttered. Phoebe pulled out her notepad and pen and the interrogation began.

"State your name, age, and occupation. " Phoebe started.

"M-My name i-is Rebecca Graham. I-I'm 35 years old a-and I'm working as a waitress at a l-local diner. " The woman whose name is Rebecca Graham answered. Phoebe wrote the witness' name, age, and occupation.

"Mind if you tell me what's the name of the diner? " Phoebe asked.

"It's c-called Recess Diner. " Rebecca answered and Phoebe wrote the name of the diner and move on to the next question.

"Do you know the victim? "

"Y-Yes, B-Belinda worked as a diner alongside me and her husband is a construction worker. "Rebecca answered, Phoebe wrote down on her notepad. "I-I've known Belinda for 5 years, she started working at the diner and along the way I met her husband Nick and their son Garett. " Rebecca added and this brought Phoebe's attention, the name of the son.

Phoebe suddenly remembered that Dr. Alexander mentioned that Nick is a homophobic. She look at Rebecca and ask:

"Does Nick ever hated anyone? Like race or...sexuality? " Phoebe asked, she tried her best to search for the right words so Rebecca wouldn't feel offended.

"O-Oh, yes, yes, Nick really hates um...gay people. " Rebecca answered. When she said 'gay people' it sounded like a whisper so that way the other police officers surrounding the area won't hear it and it seems that she doesn't want them to be offended. Phoebe wrote at her notepad, Dr. Alexander was right that Nick Brando was homophobic but how did he found out about it.

"So he's homophobic? " Phoebe asked and Rebecca nodded her head as a response. "Do you know why he is homophobic? " Phoebe asked next but Rebecca shook her head.

"Me and Nick barely talk, we only talk if he's at the diner and every time we spotted a people who were gay or different sex he suddenly began to spat out some racial slurs at them. "

"Was he religious? " Phoebe asked. That could be a possible reason why he hated same sex couple, it was written in the sacred texts so Phoebe wouldn't be surprise if the reason why Nick hates same sex couple was because he was religious. But Rebecca shook her head as a response which was surprising to her.

"Nick was never religious but he did believe that there's a God. "

"Have you tried to find the reason why or have you tried asking Nick himself why? " Phoebe asked.

"N-No. " Rebecca answered, stuttering. Phoebe arched an eyebrow.

"Why? "

"Because Nick is an intimidating figure, he was tall and bulky and his face has always had this serious look, this made him a frightening person in the neighborhood sometimes we can't help but ask ourselves as to why and how did Belinda fell in love with him. " Rebecca explained. Judging from her expression, she seemed to have relaxed comparing it a while ago where she is frightened and she was shaken, it seems letting her talk makes her calm down a bit.

"What about Belinda? " Phoebe asked next. "Was she religious? Was she homophobic like Nick? " Phoebe asked again.

"Belinda is a bit religious but she's not homophobic. " Rebecca answered.

"Was she against same sex couple or same sex marriages or any LGBTQIA+ related? "

"Like I said: she's not homophobic. While Nick wasn't around she would tell me that she is not against it, she supported it. She always believed that they deserve to be blessed and live happily like everyone. " Rebecca answered. Phoebe could see it, the couple are opposite with Nick against with same sex couple while Belinda supported it and they deserve to be treated equality. There's only one person in the family that she needs to ask.

"What about the son? Garett? " Phoebe asked.

"Garett is a wonderful child. He's an artistic person, there's one time he draw a picture of me to which I now put it as a picture frame. He's also a quiet kid. "

"What was he look like? "

"He has brown messy hair, he has brown eyes, and he wear this outfits that look like masculine but at the same time there are outfits he wear that look like feminine. "

"How old is he? "

"He just turned 17 years old last 2 weeks ago. " Rebecca answered.

"Ms. Graham, I have only one last question. " Phoebe is almost there to conclude the interrogation. "What time did you saw the body? " Phoebe asked. She saw the terrified look across her face came back, the trauma of seeing the dead bodies of Nick Brando and Belinda Brando came back to Rebecca's mind.

"U-Um, I saw their bodies at 5:50 AM. I usually go to their house to pick up Belinda so we walk at the diner together but this time...it was different. " Rebecca answered. She wipe away the tears as it began to well up from her eyes. "The door was unlock which was strange because the door would lock every morning but I went inside and there I saw blood on the floor I was so worried so I went inside and I saw Nick's body at the living room and I...I screamed and I run out of the house and shouted for help. "

"Did you go upstairs of the house? "

"N-No. I was already terrified when I saw Nick's body. " Rebecca answered. Phoebe closed her notepad, concluding the interrogation between her and Rebecca.

"Alright, that'll be all, thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Graham. " Phoebe said. She walk away from the witness and let the police officers escort her back to her home, to take her away from the crime scene. Phoebe also notice that Dr. Alexander exit the house with both of his hands were on the pocket of his black coat and he is wearing his fedora hat.

"Did you find anything at the son's room? " Phoebe asked.

"I found out that the son is very artistic, I saw one of his sketchbook and posters of famous painters were there as it served an inspiration for his artistic skills, he has a friend and the two of them were attending Skyline Freedom High School, and his name is... "

"Garett. " Both Dr. Alexander and Phoebe said in unison to which they were surprise to one another's reply but Dr. Alexander immediately compose himself.

"It seems that you found that out from the witness, yes? "

"Yeah, her name is Rebecca Graham and she is the friend of Nick and Belinda Brando. " Phoebe revealed, Dr. Alexander blink in surprise in this reveal but he still kept a serious and emotionless expression in his face. "According to the witness, she and the Brando family have becoming friends for about 5 years. Belinda works as a waitress in a diner called Recess Diner alongside Rebecca while Nick works as a construction worker and your right, doctor. Nick is a homophobic. " Phoebe explained.

"Does she find out why? " Dr. Alexander asked.

"No, she told me that she and Nick barely talk and just hearing Nick rants about gay men and saying offensive stuff about people who were not straight made her uncomfortable. " Phoebe answered. Even Phoebe herself can't help but feel uncomfortable about it, she's not homophobic or against to not straight people and Dr. Alexander can see that. "Say, how did you know that Nick is homophobic? " Phoebe asked. That question is still on her head and she wanted to know why now.

Dr. Alexander look at the entrance of the house for a moment and then he look at Phoebe. "I saw him watching the video of Boys Beware. " He answered. Phoebe arched an eyebrow and Dr. Alexander understands the detective's confusion. "Boys Beware is a 1961 US propaganda film, it's a dramatic short social guidance propaganda film released through Sid Davis production. " Dr. Alexander explained.

"What's it about? " Phoebe asked.

"It's about educating and warning film to beware the predatory homosexuals. Right now, that film has lapsed into the public domain." Dr. Alexander answered and tried to summarize the entire film and avoiding to make it longer and save those disturbing scene.

"Hmm, it seems that film didn't age well. " Phoebe remarked and this made Dr. Alexander scoff with a smile. "How did you know that? " Phoebe asked.

"I saw that film in the Prelinger Archives. " Dr. Alexander answered. "It seems that he has the copy of the film and watched it before he was stabbed to death. "

"Then how did you know that the film is playing? " Phoebe asked. "Surely when you arrived at the crime scene the film had already ended. " Phoebe pointed out, she made a point. Educational film such as this is supposed to be short and simple.

"It was on loop when I got there. " Dr. Alexander answered. "When I got to the crime scene, the film had already ended. I just turned it off and found out that Nick is watching Boys Beware. " Dr. Alexander added. Phoebe can't help but think why Nick hates gay people.

"What about Belinda? Is she like her husband? " Dr. Alexander asked, bringing Phoebe back to reality.

"Um, no. She's quite the opposite, actually. Nick hates gay men while Belinda loves gay men and supports the LGBTQIA+ Community. Rebecca and everybody who is living in this neighborhood kept asking as to why Belinda marry a man such as Nick. " Phoebe answered. Dr. Alexander and Phoebe can't help but agree on the neighbors' question.

"Well, you know what they say 'Opposite Attracts. " Dr. Alexander remarked and Phoebe can't help but smile at the doctor's statement. Phoebe suddenly remembered what her grandfather told her, one day she's going to meet someone who is the opposite of you either from personality or physical features.

"Now, we need to go to Skyline Freedom High School, to find and talk to Garett. " Phoebe said, bringing themselves back to the topic. Dr. Alexander nodded his head. "Do you have any vehicle with you? " Phoebe asked.

"I have my motorcycle. " Dr. Alexander answered, pointing his finger and Phoebe look to where he pointed out and there she saw his black motorcycle parked right next one of the police cars. "And you? " Dr. Alexander asked.

"I have my car. " Phoebe answered.

"You mean, that car? " Dr. Alexander asked, pointing at the dark blue car that was parked just a bit further away from the crime scene. "Ah, I was wondering who's car is that but I never expect that it would be yours. " Dr. Alexander said.

"Do you know where Skyline Freedom High School is? " Phoebe asked. Dr. Alexander gave her a nod. "Alright, you'll take your motorcycle with you and I'll be taking my car. I'll follow you. " Phoebe said and Dr. Alexander agreed to this plan.

"Let's not waste anymore time, detective. " Dr. Alexander said. Phoebe agreed to him as she could feel some sort of determination on the doctor and she like that. Phoebe and Dr. Alexander went to their separate ways for Phoebe went to her car while Dr. Alexander went to his motorcycle. They got into their vehicles and brought their engines to life and left the crime scene.

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They arrived at Skyline Freedom High School. The school building is like one of those schools in America and it is also a public school. Phoebe got out of the car while Dr. Alexander got out of the motorcycle.

"Detective, there's something I need to say something to you. " Dr. Alexander said, they both stand right in front of the school. Phoebe glance at him.

"What is it? " She asked.

"It's related to the case. While I was investigating Garett's room, I saw the window was open and there I thought that he might have escape the house, to get away from the killer. " Dr. Alexander explained. Phoebe was surprise to hear this.

"Why didn't you tell me awhile ago? " Phoebe asked.

"It seems that we got lost to our conversation back at the Brando house and I was distracted that's why I didn't bring up the fact that Garett escape through the window. " Dr. Alexander answered. Phoebe take a breath that he told her this but she understands his reason.

"Thank you for bringing this up, Dr. Alexander. " Phoebe said with a smile. She patted his shoulder.

"You're welcome. " Dr. Alexander replied, smiling back at her.

"Now, let's go inside. We should ask the students in Skyline Freedom High School. " Phoebe said, looking at the front of the school once again. They both entered the school and right off the bat they were met in the lobby.

The lobby of the school is quiet and empty making them think that the students are attending there classes but they also saw students walking around just to go to the washroom or walking to their next subject class. They all look around, they were a bit surprise to find of how wide and big the lobby is. There are trophies, medals, and certificates were hanged on the glass shelves, pictures of valedictorian students and alumni students were hanging in the wall, and there are posters of events that will be happening that were display in the bulletin board.

"I didn't know that this school is very competitive. " Dr. Alexander commented at the trophies, medals, and certificates that were hanging and just looking at the medals and trophies there were no signs of silver or bronze medal and trophies, all of them were gold.

"Can I help you, sir and miss? " Someone asked. Making Dr. Alexander and Phoebe turned around to find a teacher, she walked towards them.

"Hi, I'm Lieutenant Phoebe Murray and this is my best friend Dr. Alexander Dante Sullivan. We work in Bureau Civic Division Police Department and we were working on a case. " Phoebe introduces herself and Dr. Alexander, with Dr. Alexander tip his hat and they also showed there badges to the teacher as proof that they are detectives.

"U-Um, what case? " The teacher asked.

"Nick Brando and Belinda Brando were murdered. " Phoebe began, the teacher's eyes widened and her jaw dropped in shock. "And we're here to find their son, Garett Brando. " Phoebe added.

"Are you saying that Garett is the murderer? " The teacher asked. Phoebe and Dr. Alexander looked at each other with confusion written in there faces and then they both look at the teacher.

"No, miss. We were here to find him so we could ask him what he was doing the night of the murder. " Dr. Alexander answered and corrected her. Something was up, they both know that the teacher is hiding something that might serve as a clue to the case.

"Do you know where he is? " Phoebe asked. The teacher quickly nodded her head.

"Y-Yes, I can take you both to the Office of the Prefect of Discipline. " The teacher answered. Phoebe and Dr. Alexander followed the teacher to the Office of the Prefect of Discipline.

Phoebe was confused as to why this teacher is taking them to the Office of the Prefect of Discipline. She was so confused in fact that she ask Dr. Alexander.

"Why is she taking us the Office of the Prefect of Discipline? "

"Maybe it's because the Office of the Prefect of Discipline has the list of students, the students' schedule, and the files about this students." Dr. Alexander answered by whispering so that way the teacher who is taking the lead won't listen to their conversation. "Also, this teacher knows who Garett is but she has no idea what his schedule is. " Dr. Alexander added.

Phoebe now knows why Chief John recruited him to join Bureau Civic Division Police Department. The doctor not only he has medical knowledge but he is very observant, more observant than her.

They arrived at the Office of the Prefect of Discipline. The teacher knocks on the door and they waited for someone to open. The door opened to reveal the teacher who is the Prefect of Discipline, he adjusted his eyeglasses and he was surprise to find his colleagues.

"Ms. Bianca, why are you here? " The teacher ask to the teacher whose name is Ms. Bianca. He then look and notice Phoebe and Dr. Alexander, he arched an eyebrow upon seeing them and then he looks at Ms. Bianca. "And who are they? "

"Mr. Roddy, this is Lieutenant Phoebe and Dr. Alexander, they were investigating a murder case. " Ms. Bianca introduces them to him. Upon hearing the word 'investigating a murder case' Mr. Roddy's shoulders dropped and he had a terrified look.

"Now. Mr. Roddy, we would like you to tell us where Garett Brando is." Phoebe said.

"Uh...s-sure, Ms. Bianca you are dismiss. Um, Lieutenant, Doctor, come inside. " Mr. Roddy said as he opened the door wide. Ms. Bianca nodded her head and walk away as she needs to attend her next class.

Phoebe and Dr. Alexander entered the office to find a bunch of file drawers and papers were scattered at the teacher's desk.

"Please, sit down. I'll just find Garett's files. " Mr. Roddy said. Phoebe takes her seat while Dr. Alexander didn't take a seat, he watched as Mr. Roddy goes through the drawers to find Garett's files. Dr. Alexander felt a tug from his sleeves which makes him look down and found that it was Phoebe.

"What is it? " Dr. Alexander asked.

"Seat down. " Phoebe ordered. Dr. Alexander let out a scoff.

"No, I prefer to stand. " Dr. Alexander refused. Phoebe sigh in defeat as she knows that this argument will leads to nothing so they were quiet as they watch Mr. Roddy grabbing Garett's files.

"Aha, there is it. " Mr. Roddy muttered. He went back to his desk with the files containing Garett's information, he sets the files down. "This is Garett's files. " Mr. Roddy said. He made gesture for them that they could take a look at the files.

Phoebe opened the files containing simple informations about Garett like age, appearance, personality, and contact numbers but there something that caught his attention, rumor.

"Could you um...explain this? " Phoebe asked, pointing at the rumor box section where there are writings in there.

"This is the rumor section. " Mr. Roddy answered. "Students and teachers were to write comments about this specific students. "

"Then why was this called 'Rumor Section'? " Dr. Alexander asked. Mr. Roddy mentions that students and teachers can write comments about a specific students but why was this called Rumor Section?

"Ah, you see, students and teachers but mostly students, would write negative stuff about this students. So, me and the faculty members made rules and regulation upon writing here in the rumor section. " Mr. Roddy answered.

"So, even though they put rules on the rumor section they still put stuff about this student hence why we decided to call this 'Rumor Section'. " Dr. Alexander said, filling in the blanks.

"Right, that's right. " Mr. Roddy said with a snap of a finger.

Phoebe and Dr. Alexander look at the files of Garett and instantly look at the rumor section and began to read it.

Some of the rumors is that Garett is an inspired artist which was confirmed with the sketchbook that Dr. Alexander saw back in his room. Some rumors said that Garett and his best friend named Arthur were very close and people like their friendship. But there's another rumor that brought to their attention.

The rumor is that Garett and Arthur are lovers as people spotted them holding hands while walking and there gestures towards one another is very romantic like they were a couple.

Phoebe then remembered that Nick is homophobic, could it be that-

"Can you tell me who is Arthur? " Phoebe's thoughts were interrupted when Dr. Alexander ask Mr. Roddy about Arthur, Garett's best friend.

"Arthur Joe is Garett's best friend. They were best friends since elementary. Arthur is the most valuable player in the basketball team and every game Garett would be there supporting him. " Mr. Roddy answered.

"And how did this rumor that Garett and Arthur are boyfriend started? " Dr. Alexander asked next.

"It all started when some of the students spotted them walking down the halls by holding hands. " Mr. Roddy answered. Phoebe close the files and look at Mr. Roddy.

"Can you take us to Garett? " Phoebe asked. Mr. Roddy nodded his head then he look at the files to see Garett's schedule, he look at his watch and then at Garett's schedule. This made Phoebe look at her phone to find that it was 8:19 AM.

"Uh, right now, Garett is attending his English class. Follow me. " Mr. Roddy said. He got up from his seat and began to walk towards the door with Phoebe and Dr. Alexander following him.

While walking down the hall, Phoebe went closer to Dr. Alexander and whispered:

"Do you think what I'm thinking about Garett and Arthur? "

"Indeed, I just ask him further, just to be sure. " Dr. Alexander whispered back. Phoebe can't blame him to ask even further just to confirmed his hunch, she would do that as well.

They continued to walk when they stopped walking. In front of them is the English class, Phoebe could see students were sitting on their seats and listening to the teacher who is discussing a new lesson for them. Even though this school is public she was a bit surprise to find that most of the students are disciplined and listen very intently to their teacher. Guess she was used to students in public schools to be rebellious, rowdy, and more naughty.

Mr. Roddy knock on the door which interrupted the teacher's lecture and made her look at the door and notice the three of them. The teacher excuse herself from her class and walk towards the door and opened it.

"Yes? " The teacher asked.

"Ms. Ramirez, I would like you to meet Lieutenant Phoebe and her partner Dr. Alexander. " Mr. Roddy introduces them to the English teacher whose name is Ms. Ramirez. Phoebe and Dr. Alexander shows her their badge to her as evidence that they are officers.

"We were here to talk to Garett. " Phoebe began, looking at the teacher intently and scanning the classroom to see if she could get a closer look of Garett but Dr. Alexander scan the area as well and to his surprise there is no sign of Garett.

"According to his schedule that Garett is attending your class. " Mr. Roddy said.

"I'm sorry but Garett went to the bathroom, I'm sure he'll- " Before Ms. Ramirez could finish her sentence, a screamed can be heard coming from the halls which promptly makes them turned to that direction.

Phoebe and Dr. Alexander immediately run towards that scream. That scream was coming from the woman, they followed the screamed until they reached to a bathroom, the men's bathroom to be precise.

There, they found a female students leaning at the wall with a terrified expression across her face and was pointing at the men's bathroom. Dr. Alexander immediately came to the girl's side in order to calm her down but he heard Phoebe gasp which made him turned around and look at the men's bathroom and he was shocked to what he just witness.

The door of the men's bathroom was open wide to which it expose the Garett, hanging in the air, it was a terrifying sight and it's no wonder why the girl was screaming like crazy.

Phoebe breaths sharply as she turned to Dr. Alexander who is slowly getting up to his feet and stand right next to her.

"Oh God, don't tell that's- "

"Yes. " Dr. Alexander cut Phoebe's sentence as he remove his black tinted shades to reveal his wide eyed and shock expression. They both stared at Garett's body as they could hear footsteps approaching but they didn't care about that as they were so focused on the body at the men's bathroom. "That's Garett Brando. " Dr. Alexander finally spells it out.

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"I'll perform the autopsy report for him later. " Dr. Alexander spoke, breaking the silence between him and Phoebe. Phoebe called the police officers and already they made sure that no student will enter the men's bathroom but luckily for them, the principal quickly told their students that class has been suspended so the only noise while they were investigating was the footsteps and talking from the students outside of the men's bathroom.

"Sure. " Phoebe agreed. She watches as Dr. Alexander zipped the black bag where Garett's body was laid close tight. Officers came in to the bathroom and Dr. Alexander instructed them to bring at the LLH morgue so that he could do an autopsy report.

They both watches the officers carries the black bag carefully out of the men's bathroom.

"Poor kid. " Phoebe muttered. She felt bad to the kid but she was confused as to why the kid suddenly committed suicide. Was he the killer? Was he escape from the clutches of the killer by killing himself? Because of his parents' death he decided to kill himself? There's so many questions inside of Phoebe's head that she can't help but-

"Phoebe. " Dr. Alexander's baritone and commanding voice brought Phoebe back to reality.

"Y-Yeah? "

"Are you alright? " Dr. Alexander asked. He sounded so concerned for her especially that they found a body that might disturbed anyone. Phoebe compose herself and cleared her throat.

"Yes, I'm alright. " Phoebe answered Dr. Alexander's question but the doctor doesn't buy that and Phoebe can see that. "I'm just...I'm just thinking about the reason why Garett committed suicide. "

"And what are those reasons? "

"There's so many reasons like...the reason why he ended his life is because he is the killer or maybe because the killer is on its way death is the only way to escape or maybe because of his parents' death it impacted him so much he decided to end it all. " Phoebe explained those reasons. Dr. Alexander glances at the one of the stalls to find a crumple paper, he grabbed it and uncrumpled paper and there he found two words.

'I'm sorry '

"What did you find? " Phoebe asked, walking right next to him. Dr. Alexander didn't say anything but instead showed it to the detective the paper that he had found on the floor. Phoebe look at the note very intently

"Do you think he is apologizing to his friend and rumored to be boyfriend Arthur? " Dr. Alexander asked and Phoebe nodded her head, there's no doubt about it.

"Where's the student that saw Garett's body? " Phoebe asked.

"She's at the Office of the Prefect of the Discipline. Mr. Roddy and another teacher is trying to console her after what she witness. " Dr. Alexander answered.

"I'm going to ask her a question. " Phoebe said as she walk towards the door but before she could exit the men's bathroom, she stopped when she felt a hand that landed on her shoulder.

Phoebe gasp when she felt his hand touched her shoulder. His hand was cold like deathly cold. She slowly turns around to find Dr. Alexander standing over her, she can't help but feel a bit terrified by Dr. Alexander's tall height. He completely tower over her and due to the light coming from the window that was covering by his height he looks like a shadow.

"Phoebe, are you sure about this? " Dr. Alexander asked. "The child was traumatized after seeing the body, are you sure about this? " Dr. Alexander asked again. He sounded so concern for the female student who saw Garett's body and he thinks it's best to give the girl some space.

"Don't worry, doctor. I'll be careful with my words. " Phoebe said with a pat on his shoulder. Dr. Alexander let out a sigh as he mentally notes that the lieutenant herself can be stubborn sometimes and she really needs answer in every murder case even the tiniest details she considered to be a clue for the investigation.

"Alright, just be careful with the child. "

"I will. Go ask some of the teachers or staff of the school to where is Arthur, okay? "

"Okay, I will. " Dr. Alexander replied with a nod. Just like that, Phoebe exit the men's bathroom, leaving Dr. Alexander alone in the men's bathroom.

Dr. Alexander was about to exit the men's bathroom as well when he suddenly felt a pang of pain that was unexpected and it caught him off guard.

"Urgh! " Dr. Alexander groaned as he leaned at the doorframe of the bathroom. The pain was coming from his stomach, his head, and his ear. He went inside of the bathroom and slam the door shut and he make sure that the door was lock so people won't see him like this.

He put his hand on the edge of the sink very tightly as the pain continues but the pain is getting stronger. He could hear ringing, his stomach twisting, and his mind is throbbing like someone is punching his skull. All he could think of is-

"You need to drink. " Adrian's eyes made Dr. Alexander open his eyes and instantly look at the child who is standing there with his hands in the air as if trying to calm him down. He was quite surprise to find him here.

"Adrian, what are you doing here? " Dr. Alexander asked. He could feel himself loosing control over himself as he holds the edge of the sink even more tightly. "Get out of here. " Dr. Alexander warned him as he growled and look away from the child but Adrian isn't the type of child who would run away if someone is hurt or injured or in pain.

"No. " Adrian answered back. "You have to drink. Grab your aquaflask and drink. " Adrian told him. Dr. Alexander grab his square shaped aquaflask and immediately opened the lid to drink. But Dr. Alexander curse under his breath when he found that he's aquaflask is empty.

"What's wrong? " Adrian asked as he notice that the doctor isn't drinking his aquaflask.

"It's empty. " Dr. Alexander said, shoving his aquaflask back to his pocket and continued to be in pain.

"Do you think you could hold on? " Adrian asked, his voice sounded a bit panicked and scared now while back his voice was filled with bravery and determination.

"Y-yeah. I can still hold on. " Dr. Alexander answered. "I just...I just needed to be left alone. " Dr. Alexander told him and Adrian nodded his head.

Dr. Alexander began to use the breathing exercise that one of his colleagues advise him in order to calm himself down and work. He felt the weights has been lifted, the pain slowly to disappear, he got a hold of himself. He opened his eyes and saw his reflection.

He just notice dark circles began to form underneath his eyes. He takes a deep breath before wearing his black tinted shades and exit the men's bathroom. The drinking will wait, first, he needs to find Arthur.

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"So, it really did is a suicide. " Phoebe said. They were on the phone and it was 9:19 PM, Phoebe is at her home while Dr. Alexander is working at the LLH to do an autopsy report. He just finished his autopsy report and he is talking with Phoebe on the phone.

"Yes, there's no foul play. " Dr. Alexander replied. Phoebe has been theorizing that it might be a murder disguise as a suicide or a suicide but the victim was trying to frame someone or something like that but after checking the body it was confirmed that it really was a suicide.

"Did you found Arthur? " Phoebe asked.

"No. " Dr. Alexander answered. He began to cover the body with a white cloth in order to store back at the storage. "I ask every single students and staff to where is Arthur but none of them has no idea where Arthur went. " Dr. Alexander explained the situation. He heard Phoebe curse under her breath and he can't blame her about this, this is a big problem.

"We need to go back to the school tomorrow. " Phoebe said through the other line. "Is that okay with you? " Phoebe asked.

"Of course. " Dr. Alexander answered. He turns off the lights and he gather his things and exit the mortuary. "Ever since the news of that I'm now working not just under Lavender Lupu Hospital but also Bureau Civic Division Police Department, the news spread like wildfire. " Dr. Alexander explained. He's been working at B.C.D.P.D for about 1 day already and he was surprise to find all of his patients and his colleagues started asking him what it was like to be working at B.C.D.P.D.

"Oh shit, really? " Phoebe asked, sounded so surprise to hear this.

"It is. Gossips spreads like wildfire around here in Lavender Lupu Hospital. " Dr. Alexander told her. It's true, there are so many stories and rumors spreading across the halls of the hospital like a cloud or a smoke it could be either political, drama, or anything and Dr. Alexander gets to listen to every single one of them 24/7.

He heard a yawn coming from the other line and looking at the time, he wasn't surprise to find that it was late.

"It's late, you should head to bed, detective. " Dr. Alexander said as he made it to the waiting room of the hospital, where he could see patients, medical staff, and civilians.

"Yeah, I should. " Phoebe agreed and then she let out a yawn yet again. "You should too. "

"Yeah, I will. Alright, goodnight, detective. "

"Goodnight, doctor. "

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The call ended, Dr. Alexander turned off his phone and put it to his pocket.

"Who're you talking to? " A voice spoke coming from behind him. Dr. Alexander to find a familiar face.

"Ah, Father Azrael Mirando, it's nice to see you once again. " Dr. Alexander said as he recognize that black cassock, that dark brown messy and curly hair and facial hair, and those piercing green eyes of his.

Father Azrael Mirando is a priest from the Lily Church that was very close to the hospital. He's already in his early 30's and he make himself known to the hospital as he would be with the patient to give out there final rite before they're death sometimes he would come to the hospital and gave some advice to the patients. Dr. Alexander met him when he accidentally bumped into one another and there he found about him and he soon learn that the so called 'Angel of Death' was actually him.

Father Azrael was found sitting in one of the seats in the waiting room, reading a book. He placed a bookmark on the page that he is reading and closes the book.

"Are you here for the patient's final rite? " Dr. Alexander asked as he walk towards him and seat right next to him.

"Yes. I'm just waiting for the nurse to give me the green light to check on the patient. " Father Azrael answered. They both sat there in silence as they watched as nurses and doctors helped patients and civilians were waiting and seating, on their phones to kill their boredom. They sat there in silence but it didn't last long though.

"I heard that you started to work in B.C.D.P.D. " Father Azrael spoke and Dr. Alexander can't help but let out a chuckle when he heard that as he wasn't surprise to hear that Father Azrael also heard the news. Father Azrael turn to look at Dr. Alexander. "How was your first day? "

"First day, I got to see what a crime scene looks like. " Dr. Alexander answered. He still remembered when he first came to the crime scene, the smell of blood was oozing and was everywhere around the house, and it was a mess but recapping everything from earlier he can't help but ask Father Azrael:

"Father, who do people are homophobic? " This question surprise and stunned Father Azrael. This question might be childish or a question coming a child who doesn't understand what the homosexuality means.

"Why do you ask that? " Father Azrael asked. He then gasp as he thought of something. "Are you gay? " Father Azrael asked.

Dr. Alexander gave him a weird and confused look.

"What? No, no, I'm not gay. " Dr. Alexander clarifies the priest and this made Father Azrael confused

"Then what makes you ask that? " Father Azrael asked again. Dr. Alexander close his eyes as he takes a deep breath.

"There's this case that me and the detective working. We were still looking for the murderer who did the crime but in the case me and the detective learned that one of the victim is homophobic. " Dr. Alexander explained, trying to keep it discreet and keeping it short.

"Ah, is that why you ask me that question. " Father Azrael said as he finally understand the bigger picture. He click his tongue. "Well, the reason why people hate homosexuality are so many, it could be either political or religion but mostly religion. " Father Azrael began explaining.

"I remember a chapter from the Bible, what was it again? Leviticus? " Dr. Alexander asked and Father Azrael nodded his head as his response.

"Yes, it was in Leviticus 18:22. The verse reads: Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination. " Father Azrael recited the verse from the Bible. He then look at Dr. Alexander. "Is this victim religious? "

"No, but I guess that the victim was homophobic in the first place due to influence from his younger years. " Dr. Alexander answered. Father Azrael nodded his head as he forgot that the reason why people were homophobic was because that they were influenced from their parents or their community that they grew up in.

"What about you, Father? " Dr. Alexander asked, looking at him. "Are you homophobic? Are you against gay people? " Dr. Alexander asked. Father Azrael click his tongue once again, he knew that someone or anyone would ask him this question since he is a priest and in people's eyes priests and nuns were very religious and were against to sinful acts.

"Well, I grew up with my 13 siblings and within those 13 siblings I have 2 siblings that weren't straight. " Father Azrael revealed. Dr. Alexander blink in surprise to find that Father Azrael has 13 siblings. "One was gay while the other is pan. "

"Did they tell you about there sexualities? "

"No, they kept it a secret but I found out anyway and kept it from them but even though they were gay and pan I still love them. " Father Azrael answered.

"Why? "

"In John 4:21, it states: 'The one who loves God must also love his brother and sister'. " Father Azrael answered. That Bible verse was personal to him. "My siblings are the only one that I have now so I will love them even though they are different. " Father Azrael said, he look at the doctor and gave him a genuine and sweet smile.

"Father Mirando? " A nurse walk up to them, bringing their attention to the nurse.

"Yes? "

"The patient is ready to see, father. " The nurse informed him.

"Ah, thank you for informing me, nurse. " Father Azrael said as he gathered his belongings and stand up but before he go he looks at Dr. Alexander and said:

"I hope this help with your investigation, doctor. " With that, he turned around and walk away, following the nurse, leaving Dr. Alexander alone in the waiting room.

Dr. Alexander look at his watch to find that it was 10:36 PM, he remembered that he had a patient to keep an eye on for tonight. He didn't waste anymore time as he got up and began to walk away from the waiting room.

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"I received a text message. Are they in the morgue? " Phoebe asked. It's 7:12 AM in the morning and seeing Dr. Alexander's text made her got out of bed and immediately went here.

"Yeah, they just arrived at 6:55 AM. " Dr. Alexander answered her question. They went through a very long hallway until they finally made it to the morgue room.

Dr. Alexander opened the two doors and they both enter where they found two men, standing over the body of Garett Brando who is covered with white sheet. Phoebe could see the man is crying so painfully while the other is consoling his companion. Phoebe cleared her throat which makes the two men turned around and was surprise to see them.

"Hi, I'm Detective Phoebe and this is my partner, Dr. Alexander. We're from the B.C.D.P.D. " Phoebe introduces herself and Dr. Alexander as they showed there badge of the B.C.D.P.D. "And we're here to investigate the murder of Garett, Nick, and Belinda Brando. " Phoebe added.

"Wh-Where is my b-brother? " The man manage to mutter a word.

"He's still here but I'm not yet done with the autopsy report. " Dr. Alexander replied and it's true, it's not yet finished.

"Um, may we ask: Who are you? " Phoebe asked.

"Sorry, I'm Max Flanagan and this is my husband Noah Flanagan-Brando. " The man who is consoling his companions whose name is now revealed to be Max introduces himself and his husband, Noah, who is still crying and wiping away his tears.

Phoebe and Dr. Alexander were surprise to hear this as they look at each other and then look at them.

"Are you Nick's brother? " Phoebe asked.

"Y-yes, detective. I'm Nick's brother. " Noah answered and just hearing that Noah is married to a man was a surprise for the both of them.

"We heard the news that Nick, Belinda, and Garett are dead so...me and Noah drove 8 hours just to get here. " Max explained the side of their story. "You seemed so surprise, detective, doctor. " Max noticed their surprise expression. Phoebe and Dr. Alexander fixed their composure and clear there throat.

"Apology but according to the witness they describe Nick to be a... "

"Homophobic. " Noah finish the word that Dr. Alexander was suppose to say.

"So you know. " Dr. Alexander said. Noah nodded his head as his response.

"Me and my brother were raised with out patriotic mother and father, they taught us about homosexual people and they believe that they were immoral. " Noah explained. This is very widely known back in the day as homosexuality people such as 'gay' or 'lesbian' are filled with prejudice, hate, and filled with negative attitudes. But now, they were now open about it and accepting anyone who is not straight.

"This is...quite ironic. " Dr. Alexander commented.

"Yeah, they found out that I was gay when I was 15 years old. " Noah revealed. Max knew that this is a very touchy subject, talking about Noah's past and parents so much so he is stroking Noah's back as a way of comfort. "When they found out that I was gay, they disowned me. " Noah further explain his story.

"Were you in a relationship that time when they found out that your...gay? " Phoebe asked.

"Yeah I was. " Noah answered, looking at Max, who is his boyfriend, lover, and now husband.

"Do you know that Garett is... "

"Gay? Yes. " Noah confirmed this. "He told me that he was gay when he was 14 years old and I accept him for who he is. " Noah added. Just remembering that memory brought a smile on his face.

"Does Garett's parents know about this? " Dr. Alexander asked.

"No, Noah doesn't want Garett to experience the way he experience when he was 15, so...we hid it as secret. " Max explained. Noah then sniff as another batch of tears began to fall down.

"D-Do you know who did this to them? T-To our nephew? " Noah asked. His tone of voice began to rise up as he demanded answers from them.

"We don't know yet who did it but we're still looking. " Phoebe answered, trying to reassure both Noah and Max. A question pops in Dr. Alexander's head, since the couple is here now is a perfect time to ask them this question:

"Do you know Arthur Joe? " Dr. Alexander asked. Phoebe instantly look at him as she was surprise that he suddenly ask that question, she then look at the couple to see what would be their answer and reaction.

"Oh, Arthur Joe. He's Garett's boyfriend. " Max answered. This answer shock both Phoebe and Dr. Alexander.

"The rumors were true. " Phoebe mutters. The rumors about Arthur and Garett being boyfriends were actually true.

"Garett told us that he has a crush on Arthur so we gave him advice. " Noah briefly explained.

"Thank you for answering some of our questions, Mr. and Mr. Flanagan. We're going to take our leave. " Phoebe bid them farewell and so, she and Dr. Alexander leave the morgue room to let the couple grief for their loss of nephew and the two parents that raise their nephew.

"So, what's next? " Dr. Alexander asked as they began to walk down the long hallway until they made it to the stairs.

"Before I tell you our next move, I have a question for you. " Phoebe began. They reached the second floor and went to another stairs to go downstairs. "Are you free from your duties today? " Phoebe asked.

"Yes, I'm free from my duties today. " Dr. Alexander answered.

"Alright, then we're going back to- " Phoebe was interrupted when she felt a vibration on her pocket which promptly made her stop going down the stairs. Dr. Alexander turn to look at Phoebe, confuse as to why Phoebe stopped mid sentence. Phoebe pulled out her phone to find that someone is calling her, she answered it.

"Hello? " Phoebe called through the phone. "Uh, yes, that's me...someone's at my office? Wanting to talk to me? " Phoebe asked, her forehead scrunched while Dr. Alexander was confused that he arched an eyebrow. Someone wants to talk to her back at the department? Who? The call ended and Phoebe quickly shove her phone back to her pocket.

"Who was it? " Dr. Alexander asked.

"Someone at B.C.D.P.D called me, saying that someone wants to talk to me. " Phoebe answered but then realization hit her. "Oh. Right...not just me but also you. " Phoebe added, pointing at Dr. Alexander.

"Me? "

"Yeah, someone wants to talk to us. " Phoebe rephrase her statement. " Since we're now working as partners, always expect to every single cases we handle. "

"Ah, I see. " Dr. Alexander understood. They continued to walk downstairs but before they could reach the first floor, they have to make a stop because Dr. Alexander needs to grab something at his office and this is the first time Phoebe get a closer look on Dr. Alexander's office.

While Dr. Alexander is grabbing his fedora hat and changing his coat, Phoebe looks around the office and she could see boxes which has some medical items and equipments for surgery and dental. In one of the boxes, Phoebe saw a collection of plaques and to her surprise the plaques were Dr. Alexander's certificate back in college and boy there were too many of them.

"Holy shit. " Phoebe can't help but curse so loud that Dr. Alexander turned his attention at Phoebe, who is looking through one of the boxes that has his certificate back from his old colleges and universities.

Dr. Alexander curse mentally upon seeing this and walk quickly towards her to stop her from looking at his achievements.

"Detective, I think it's best if you- " Dr. Alexander was interrupted when Phoebe lifts a hand on Dr. Alexander's chest while she is looking through his certificate.

All of Dr. Alexander's certificates consist of medical degrees, engineer degrees, business degrees, tech degree, and heck Phoebe was surprise that he had a law degree. She turned around to face Dr. Alexander.

"I didn't know you were hungry for knowledge, doc. " Phoebe commented with a smirk. She have to admit that she is a tad bit jealous that Dr. Alexander has a lot of information than she had. She placed the plaques back to the boxes and she made sure it was sealed close.

"You weren't suppose to see that, detective. " Dr. Alexander manage to mutter a word and fixed his composure.

"Oh come on, doc. " Phoebe dismissed his excuse. "I sometimes wonder if this is what vampires do nowadays. " Phoebe joked. Dr. Alexander sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Can we just focus on the task on hand? " Dr. Alexander asked. He'd rather be focusing on the case rather than his achievements.

"Alright fine. " Phoebe answered with a smile. She learned something about the doctor. He's a man of knowledge.

"Our plan is to go back to B.C.D.P.D to talk to this person, yes? "

"Yeah. I have no idea who this person is but let's hope that this person won't be wasting our time. "

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They arrived at the B.C.D.P.D and it was still busier than ever with police officers answering phone calls and civilians were sitting on the waiting room who were filing a report to the front desk. But Dr. Alexander and Phoebe ignored this as they were too focused on meeting this person who wanted to talk to them.

They both entered Phoebe's office to find a teenage girl in her 17 years of age was waiting for the two of them.

"Are you the one that wants to meet us? " Phoebe asked. The girl nodded her head as her response. Phoebe walk towards her desk and sat down with Dr. Alexander standing right behind her since he still hasn't have a desk. Phoebe pulled out her pen and notepad as she has questions for the girl.

"Please state your name, age, and occupation. " Phoebe began, pressing the button of her ballpen.

"My n-name is Vanessa F-Forge. I-I'm 17 years old and I at-attended at Skyline Freedom High School. " The girl whose name is Vanessa introduced herself, her age, and her occupation. Phoebe stopped writing at her notepad when she mentioned Skyline Freedom High School even Dr. Alexander froze from where he is standing when he heard that school's name.

"Skyline Freedom High School? " Dr. Alexander asked. The girl nodded her head. "So, you must have heard about...Garett's suicide." Vanessa nodded her head.

"School is still canceled after the news of Garett's death. " Vanessa said.

"Mind if I ask: What brings you here? " Phoebe asked. Vanessa look away as she tightened her grip of her bag that she's been hugging for quite a while. Dr. Alexander could hear her heart beating very fast as if she is nervous and scared to confess something but out of the corner of his eyes he noticed that Phoebe slowly removes her black gloves, he then look at Vanessa who is still looking down and away from them. Phoebe stand up and was about to place her hand on the girl's shoulder. Dr. Alexander was confused by this.

"Detective, what are you- " Before Dr. Alexander could say another word, Phoebe placed her hand on Vanessa's shoulder and this touch on the girl's shoulder she experience a vision.

"I killed the Brando Family. " Arthur confessed. They were outside of Vanessa's house. Arthur went to her house to talk to her something important and this is the important one. Vanessa was shock to hear this but she hide her shock expression with a scoff.

"You serious? " Vanessa asked, trying to act tough and skeptical but deep down she was shock to hear this. "Do you have any proof about that? " She ask further more but she regret not to ask this question as Arthur pulled out his bloodied knife to her and her facade drops when she saw the bloodied knife.

"Do you believe me now? " Arthur asked her.

"Wh-Why did you kill them? " Vanessa asked but it's more of a demand. Arthur placed his bloodied knife back to his pockets.

"They deserve it. " Arthur answered. Vanessa was a loss of words at this. She knows that Arthur has some sort of grudge between him and Garett's father but she didn't expect him to harm them. "Garett's dad treat Garett as if he's a bird trapped in a cage. He didn't grant him freedom or acceptance so...he had to die...alongside his wife who didn't do anything. " Arthur explained. He then pulled out his bloodied knife and pulled Vanessa closer to him as he placed the blade against his skin.

Vanessa wanted to scream or call for help but she couldn't. She could smell the iron smell of blood coming from the knife.

"If you ever tell this on anyone or the authorities. You're next. " Arthur threatened her. Vanessa was terrified as she was shaken from fear and was on the verge of tears.

"Y-yeah, yeah. I won't tell anyone. I promise. " Vanessa manage to answer. With that, Arthur let go of her with a push. Vanessa touched her left cheek where Arthur placed his knife, she watched as Arthur walk away from her house and walk through the sidewalks until he was out of view.

That's where the vision end.

"Phoebe! " Dr. Alexander called her name out loud as he pulls her away from Vanessa and she found herself laying on her chair. Phoebe was frozen right at the spot as she couldn't move her body and she was shock to see what the vision was. Of course, she'd seen a ton of visions where it reveals the culprit's identity and clues that leads to the crime but it always ended with her in a state of shock.

Dr. Alexander and Vanessa can't help but feel concern for the detective because this entire time Phoebe just stood there frozen with her hand on Vanessa's shoulder. Dr. Alexander also notice that Phoebe didn't even blink it was as if she was in a trance. Vanessa, on the other hand, can't help but feel uncomfortable as the detective's eyes stare right into her eyes, she tried to look away but she can't look away.

"Phoebe, are you- "

"Arthur is the killer. " Phoebe finally spoke and her statement causes a tense silence in the room with Dr. Alexander confuse as to what she is talking about while Vanessa was shock to know that the detective knows this right away even though she didn't even tell her yet.

"Wh-What? " Both Dr. Alexander and Vanessa manage to muster a word.

"That's why you were here, right? To tell me that Arthur is the one who killed Nick and Belinda Brando. " Phoebe said. Vanessa was shock that she found out about this and she was frozen in her seat with her jaw dropped. Dr. Alexander was also shocked as he has no idea how Phoebe found this information.

"Y-Yeah. " Vanessa finally answered. "Arthur threatened me that if I tell this to anyone especially the cops he will kill me. "

"But you don't care at all. " Dr. Alexander finally spoke. Vanessa nodded her head.

"I was so scared that Arthur might have killed someone already that I totally forgot that he threatened me not to tell the cops about what he did. "

"No, you did the right thing, Vanessa. " Phoebe reassured. She then look at the pen and notepad and grab them. "Now tell us, do you know where he went? " Phoebe asked.

"I...I don't know. " Vanessa answered. Welp, that was disappointing and Phoebe and Dr. Alexander can't help but feel disappointed as well but look on the bright side, she told them the culprit's identity. "But I know where he works at. " Vanessa suddenly spoke. Phoebe and Dr. Alexander instantly looks at Vanessa once again.

"Where? " Both Phoebe and Dr. Alexander asked in unison.

"At the Cine Retro Theater. " Vanessa answered. Phoebe gave her a pen and a paper to give them the location. "The Cine Retro Theater is not very far from Skyline High School. Arthur would go there after school to work there. "

"He's a working student. " Dr. Alexander concluded and that made Vanessa nodded her head.

"Yes, he's a working student, that's why he can't attend to our group discussions or roleplay rehearsals because he needs to attend his job in order to receive some money. " Vanessa explained. This got Phoebe and Dr. Alexander's attention, they suddenly got curious about Arthur.

"Do you know anything about Arthur. " Phoebe asked. "His past? "

Vanessa think for a moment like she was recapping everything.

"Well, for what I know about Arthur is that he lives in an orphanage was jumped in foster care to foster care but he was kicked out of the orphanage when he was 16 years old. " Vanessa answered, trying her best to summarized everything she knows about Arthur.

"Do you know what the name of the orphanage that Arthur resides in before being kicked out? " Phoebe asked.

"No, sorry. " Vanessa answered, shaking her head. "I was going to ask him that but I never had the chance because I might end up hurting his feelings or offended him. " Vanessa explained her reason which was valid as Phoebe and Dr. Alexander understand her reason.

"Is there anything else that you know about Arthur? " Dr. Alexander asked. Vanessa close her eyes shut as she is recapping once again about Arthur.

"There are had been rumors that Garett and Arthur are dating and those rumors are true. I saw them kiss at the rooftop during lunch time. " Vanessa explained. So, the rumor is finally confirmed by Vanessa and Noah, Garett's uncle. even though Noah and Max already confirms that the two are dating but Phoebe have to make sure if it's true.

"What was Arthur's reaction when he found out that Garett had committed suicide? " Dr. Alexander asked with his arms crossed.

"I...I don't know. " Vanessa answered. "School was still canceled after Garett's suicide so I didn't know what his reaction was. " Vanessa continued.

There was silence in the room. Phoebe looked at her notepad where she wrote the witness' name, age, occupation, the summary of what she had found during her visions, informations about Arthur, and the place where Arthur is working at. Good news is that Phoebe knows the place where Arthur is working.

Phoebe then look at Vanessa, who is still looking down, avoiding eye contact from her and Dr. Alexander while her hands tightly holds on her bag.

"Ms. Forge, thank you for your cooperation " Phoebe said, breaking the silence in the office and this immediately made Vanessa turned her head towards Phoebe.

"Wh-What? "

"Thank you for your cooperation on this case, Vanessa. " Phoebe said again as she stands up from her chair. "You gave the answers we needed. Thank you. " Phoebe said softly, she extended her hand for a handshake and Vanessa shook her hand.

"Y-you're welcome, detective. " Vanessa replied as she wears her bag from her back. "I hope that you found what you needed. " Vanessa added and with that she left the office, leaving Phoebe and Dr. Alexander alone in the office.

Now that they are alone this is the perfect opportunity to ask Phoebe about what she did earlier with Vanessa.

"Phoebe. " Dr. Alexander called her. "Can I ask you a question? " He asked.

"Not now, doc. " Phoebe answered, grabbing her satchel, her gun, and putting her black gloves back to her hands. She then face at Dr. Alexander. "We need to arrest this boy ASAP, before he could harm anyone. " Phoebe added.

"Sure. " Dr. Alexander agreed. Maybe this is a bad time to ask her about what she did earlier and the detective has a point, they need to stop this kid before he harmed someone.

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They arrived on the Cine Retro Theater where Arthur, the culprit, works. On the road, Dr. Alexander followed Phoebe's car until they finally arrived on the place.

They parked their vehicles and hop out. The Cine Retro Theater is giving off some 80's vibes and it really did give some parents or adults who grew up in the year 80's a sense of nostalgia with the exterior of the theater an 80's look.

"I heard that the year 1980's was the best year. " Dr. Alexander remarked. "Why was it the best year? "

"Simple answer doc. Great movies, great music, the Berlin Wall falls, and there are so many good and positive during that year. " Phoebe answered.

"Were you born in the 80's? " Dr. Alexander asked.

"No. I was born in the year 2000's. " Phoebe answered. before Dr. Alexander open his mouth to ask another question Phoebe spoke. "Alright, save those questions for later. We have a culprit to arrest. " Dr. Alexander did nothing but nodded his head. Phoebe was going to ask him if he has a gun because if he doesn't then he'll use her extra gun but to her surprise he has one.

"Shall we? " Dr. Alexander asked. Phoebe tightened her grip on the gun with a determined look.

"We shall. " Phoebe answered and with that they entered the theater in search of Arthur.

The lobby of the theater is clean, tidy, and well organize. The carpet was filled with colored circles patterns, a counter to buy a ticket, and a counter to buy food. There are doors that leads to the theater room where the movies are showing, the storage room, and the bathroom. It really did give this theater an 80's vibe not just from the exterior of the place but also the interior of the place as well.

They look around to find that no one is here except for the two of them, it kind of looks like the theater is abandoned or forgotten but someone still kept the place tidy. Dr. Alexander walk to the movie billboards to find movies that were unfamiliar to him but he is open to check it out.

"Hey! " A voice rang out making the two turned their attention to find a security guard came out of the storage room. "You two shouldn't be here. The theater is closed for today, we'll be opening doors tomorrow at 6:00 PM. " The security guard explained. He was about to shove them out of the place when Phoebe showed the guard her police badge, same goes to Dr. Alexander. The security guard stood froze to see two police officers enter the theater.

"We're here to see Arthur Jones. " Phoebe said, in an authoritative tone. "Do you know where he is? " Phoebe asked.

"H-He's at Cinema 3. " The security guard answered, pointing at the door that has a signage on top of the door that it reads: 'Cinema 3'.

"Thank you. " Phoebe replied to the security guard and then they began to walk towards Cinema 3 in order to talk to Arthur and arrest him. While Phoebe was walking towards the door of Cinema 3, Dr. Alexander keeps an eye on the security guard as he gave that security guard a deathly glare which promptly made the security guard frozen in fear.

They both entered Cinema 3 where they met a long dimly lit hallway that leads to the row of seats of the theater.

"Arthur. " Phoebe called out Arthur's name. Her voice echoing through the entire theater. When they got to the main theater they found Arthur, sweeping through the floor. Arthur was wearing a pair of earphones, preventing him from hearing Phoebe's voice.

Phoebe kept calling his name in order to get his attention at them but she couldn't. Dr. Alexander had enough as he stomped his foot on the ground causing the boy stop sweeping the floor due to the vibration of the floor.

Arthur pause the music that he is listening and remove his earphones. He turned and he was surprise to find Phoebe and Dr. Alexander.

"Oh, h-hi. " Arthur stammered as he gave them a little wave.

"She's been calling you for 13 times. " Dr. Alexander reminded him which made Arthur look away, embarrassed, he mentally notes that he needs to lower the volume on his phone.

"S-Sorry about that. Music is the only thing that makes me feel better. " Arthur defended his actions back there but the detective and the doctor ignored that little defense. "You do realize that the theater is still close, right? "

"We know. " Both Phoebe and Dr. Alexander replied in unison which surprises Arthur at their tone of voice but he fixed his composure and ask:

"So...what brings you here? "

"We're here to ask you a question. "

"Alright, ask away. "

"Did you killed the Brando cou- "

*CLICK*

Before Phoebe could finished her sentence they heard a click and next thing they knew Arthur was now holding a gun, aiming at her. His facial expression changed from being cheerful and nice to a serious and cold, his true colors has revealed.

"Let me guess: Vanessa tell you both that I did it? " Arthur asked them. Phoebe couldn't answer this as she doesn't want Vanessa to get hurt and same goes to Dr. Alexander, who wanted to draw out his gun but if he do this then Arthur might pull the trigger, shooting Phoebe.

"Why did you kill them?" Dr. Alexander said, ignoring Arthur's question. Arthur scoff at this.

"They were nothing but a pain in the ass. " Arthur answered. "Everyday I saw how Garett's dad did nothing but abuse him, he usually calls it as 'man up' as he saw his son's talents to be weak and feminine. " Arthur continued.

"You killed them because they deserve it? " Phoebe manage to spoke a word even though he was held at gun point. She needs to put up a brave face to a situation like this.

"Yeah. They both deserve it. " Arthur answered. Dr. Alexander can't help but laugh which made Phoebe and Arthur froze and slowly look at Dr. Alexander who kept on laughing at the theater.

His laughter echoed in the theater and they find it very terrifying. Phoebe knows him a nonchalant person who barely express an emotion but hearing his laughter made her terrified and her heart skip a beat.

Arthur gritted his teeth and move his gun making him pointing his gun at the doctor and this made Phoebe even more terrified.

"W-Wait- "

"Why are you laughing!? " Arthur asked. "What's so funny!? "

Dr. Alexander look away in order to get rid of his tears due to him laughing. He then look at Arthur but now his expression has changed while earlier he was laughing but now his expression darkens. His expression send shivers down to their spine as how quick his mood and expression changed.

"What you did was selfish. " Dr. Alexander said, those words came out cold, harsh, and lacking any emotions.

"Wh-What? " Arthur was at a loss of words as he couldn't process what he just heard from the doctor.

"You heard me. Killing the Brando couple think they deserve it or maybe you killed them just to take Garett and run away together like some fantasy romance novel. " Dr. Alexander stated, his eyes were staring at Arthur's eyes that no matter what his brain told him to look away, he can't look away. Even though the doctor was wearing black tinted shades Arthur could feel his eyes staring right through him, right through his soul.

"I-I...I did what I could...to protect Garett. " Arthur defended his action. He tried to look more tough and not scared but that earned a dark chuckle from the doctor.

"To protect Garett? Please don't make me laugh. You were so clouded by your emotions that you started to forget the consequences of your actions. "

"N-No! That's...that's true! " Arthur exclaimed as tears began to pour out of his eyes. Dr. Alexander scoff at his argument.

"Doctor, I think that's enough, your going to make things worst. " Phoebe said, she could sense tensions around the area and this needs to stop.

"No, detective. He needs to hear this. " Dr. Alexander refused to stop as he has so many things that he needs to say to this kid. "The consequence here is Garett, you have no idea how much his parents' death can affect his mental health. "

"You don't f*cking get it! " Arthur yelled, causing his voice to echo throughout the theater. "Garett's father always wanted him to be a man and be like him while his mother didn't do sh*t and just watch, that's why I killed them! To protect and save Garett from his abusive parents! " Arthur exclaimed as more tears began to leak out of his eyes. Phoebe gulped as things are getting escalated and worst and she needs to stop them from fighting.

"And yet, what you did selfish. " Dr. Alexander said. "Even though his father did those things to him Garett still loves his father and his mother. " Dr. Alexander continued. There was silence consumed the theater as Arthur was speechless about what Dr. Alexander just said while Phoebe thought that this is the perfect time to talk things out but no words escape her mouth.

Dr. Alexander observed the boy very closely as he look down on the floor, this gives the doctor a hint that he is either looking down in shame or looking down as he reminiscing the past.

"Does Garett always ask you how much he loves his parents? Sure he does, there are times that Garett's father never abuses him and his mother would love him for who he was. " Dr. Alexander explained. Arthur didn't peep a word, he just look down as tears drop at the floor. "I think this is the reason why he ended his life. You killed his parents and he snapped. He didn't ended his life because you were after him, he ended his life because he wanted to see his parents to the other side. He could go to anyone like his uncles or his friends or you but the bond between him and his parents are de- "

"SHUT UP!!!! " Arthur shouted, causing his voice to echo once again in the entire theater. Phoebe jumped at his outburst while Dr. Alexander didn't move as he stayed where he is, with his eyes glaring daggers at the boy. Arthur pointed his gun towards Dr. Alexander which made Phoebe tense. "GO AHEAD AND TALK THOSE SH*T AT ME BUT MY ACTIONS STILL STANDS!!! " Arthur shouted.

"Fine. I understand. " Dr. Alexander said calmly as he was about to draw his gun but Arthur pulled the trigger.

*BANG*

The shots of the gun echoed in the theater. The two men stood frozen and was shock. Arthur meant to aim it at the doctor but someone stepped while Dr. Alexander dropped his gun when he saw who was in front of him.

Phoebe immediately stepped in and take the shot but she doesn't care if this hurt her or injured her as long as Dr. Alexander was safe and well.

"Phoebe! " Dr. Alexander yelled her name as she falls down but luckily for her Dr. Alexander quickly caught her but Arthur pulled his trigger firing his gun making Dr. Alexander getting shot at the shoulders and his arms.

"N-No... " Phoebe manage to say those words. Her vision is getting blurred but before she was engulfed with darkness she could hear screams coming from Arthur and a squelching noise of a flesh.

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"Lisa... "

Phoebe gasp as both of her eyes opened. She found herself in an unfamiliar room, she slowly sat up to find that she is laying on a king size bed and she found herself covered in bandages. The memory of what happened back at the Cine Retro Theater came flooding back at her but she suddenly felt worry as she remembered about Dr. Alexander.

"Sh*t, the doctor. "

"I'm right here. " Phoebe almost screamed when she heard Dr. Alexander spoke. She look at her left and found Dr. Alexander sitting on a chair but his face was consumed with the darkness of the room. In fact, Phoebe just notice of how dark the room, all of the windows were covered by the curtains except for one window that was illuminating light coming towards Phoebe.

"I'm glad your awake. " Dr. Alexander said, getting up from his chair. Phoebe quickly covered her body with a blanket. "I'm starting to worry that you won't wake up. " Dr. Alexander continued as he walk towards the closet to grab some clothes for her.

"U-um, doctor, where am I? Where are we? " Phoebe asked.

"Your in my home. " Dr. Alexander answered, looking through the clothes at the closet. "You were shot and the shot was a bit fatal but since the hospital is full of patients I decided to bring you here to patch up your wound. " Dr. Alexander explained.

Phoebe decided to stand up and get out of bed but with just one movement she suddenly felt a pang of pain which almost left her screaming in pain.

"Don't try getting out of bed, Phoebe. " Dr. Alexander warned her. His tone of voice is stern and serious it was almost as if she is talking to a professional doctor.

Phoebe sigh stayed at the bed. While Dr. Alexander is looking through some clothes that is perfectly fit for Phoebe. Phoebe can't help but look around, she can't help but feel confused at this room.

"Jeez, do you have any lights in here. " Phoebe can't help but complain. The room was completely dark and the only light in this room is the open wide window that was on her right.

Phoebe heard a snap of a finger and all of sudden, all of the candles lit up making a clear picture of the room. Phoebe was aghast upon seeing each and every single candles lit up like magic or a supernatural force. She then look at Dr. Alexander, who now found the perfect clothes for Phoebe.

"I hope this clothes fits you. " Dr. Alexander said as he walk towards her and place the clothes at the end of the bed. The clothes Phoebe see is a maroon dress with pink trim. The dress looks so old like it was from the medieval ages but just looking at it makes it look like any modern dress. "I'll leave you alone for a moment so you could have the privacy to change your clothes. " Dr. Alexander continued. He was about to walk away and exit the room Phoebe stopped him.

"Wait. "

Dr. Alexander quickly turns around.

"Yes? "

"What happened to Arthur? " Phoebe asked. She remembered noises before she blacked out it was Arthur's scream and some squelching noises like flesh being torn apart and hearing that again makes her sick and disturbed.

Dr. Alexander click his tongue and sigh. He walks towards the bed and sat down at the end of the bed.

"Your a psychic, yes? " Dr. Alexander asked. Phoebe blink in surprise when she heard that question.

"How did you- "

"I can't help but think back about what you did when you touch Vanessa's shoulder. " Dr. Alexander explained his reason. "You were in some sort of trance back there but when you revealed that it was Arthur's the murderer I didn't think but conclude that your a psychic." Dr. Alexander explained further.

It's true, ever since he was taken by The Order when she was a child Phoebe's psychic abilities started to grow stronger. It all started by just showing her the past but now she could see the future but every time she puts her hand on someone's shoulders she is either looking at the future, present, or the past. It's 50/50.

"I'm...I'm sorry, doctor. " Phoebe muttered as she look away and doesn't want to meet the doctor eye to eye. growing up, she never tell this to anyone, not even her parents and not even her friends as she doesn't want them to think her differently or treat her differently, she still wanted to live a normal life.

"There's nothing to be apologize for, Phoebe. " Dr. Alexander reassured her. She glance down to find Dr. Alexander's open hand, she looks at him. "Hold my hand, this will explain everything. " Dr. Alexander instructed her but Phoebe was skeptical about this. But he mentions that if she holds his hand she'll see the truth behind the kidnapping when she was a child.

Phoebe takes a deep breath as she holds his hand, bringing her back at the year 2007.

"I said... " The police officer said as he had enough of this show, he drew his gun and pointed at them same goes with the other police officer.

"FREE- " Before the police officer could say the word 'FREEZE!' a black smoke exploded from the coffin sending everyone flying in the air and fell to the floor hard. Phoebe, on the other hand she was thrown against the wall knocking her unconscious right off the bat.

The taste of blood already awakened The Count as he rise up and let out a gasp. His skeletal features quickly changes into his pale flesh skin, his white hair quickly turned black alongside his facial hair, and once the transformation is done he opened his eyes to reveal his crimson eyes.

The Count sat up as he could feel the darkness slowly going through him, making him feel more alive than ever. He stand up from his coffin and step out as the sight of the moon caught his attention. It was a full moon and it was a beautiful sight, it's been awhile since he hasn't seen the full moon as bright as ever. How long has he been slumbering? Day? Weeks? Months? Years? Decades? Century? Or...Millennium?

"My Prince. " The Count quickly whipped his head as he saw Shaft, on his knees with open arms. He was overwhelmed with joy upon seeing the Prince of Darkness alive and well he looks like he was happy to see a god. "It...It worked. The- "

Before Shaft could finish his words The Count uses his vampiric speed and grab Shaft by the neck making him chock.

"What have you done? " The Count asked him. Even though he was offered to drink the blood from his reincarnated wife, he still crave for more blood but on top of all...he was angry. Angry that someone reawakened him, he accepted his fate when his son stabbed him in the heart by the stake and ever only wanted is to find peace and rest but now...he was reawakened once more.

"Wh-What? " Shaft manage to say a word even though he is running out of oxygen. "B-But my Prince, w-we- "

"Do you have any realize what you have done? " The Count asked, his voice is getting louder but the thirst for blood was strong and took over him. Before Shaft could say a word or even defend his action The Count instantly bite his neck, drinking his blood and draining Shaft's energy.

Once he was done, he look at Shaft who is no longer breathing due losing of his blood he drops him and Shaft's body fell like he was a mannequin or a doll. The Count glared at Shaft's dead body but he was suddenly get shot at the shoulder at the back. The Count groan and hiss at the pain as he manage to get the bullet out of his shoulder and turned around to find a cop.

The cop was terrified to what he just witness minutes ago. He witness the coffin being opened and a dead body sprung out to life and bit the man in the neck but throughout all of it he still has the courage to shoot The Count.

"P-Put your hands in the air! Y-Your under arrest! " The police yelled even though he was terrified and cowering in fear he still gathers all of his courage to say a word to which The Count smiled at this.

"I like your courage, young man. " The Count said. Before the police officer could react nor say a word The Count quickly slice the officer's throat with break neck speed leaving the officer dying as blood pools half of his face on the floor.

The Count smelled a trail of blood. He looks around to find people were found dead, he didn't hear any heartbeat from them well...except for one. He listened to the remaining heartbeat and was stopped when he found a unconscious body of a child.

In this very room, the child is only one who is still alive and her heart's still beating. He approached and kneel down to examine the child's body. The child's head bleeds due to the impact of the hit and the palm of her hand is bleeding.

Wait...bleeding?

The Count looked at the palm of her hand which is bleeding and that's when he realize that she is the one.

"Mgnh... " The child moaned in pain and tried to get up but to no avail. The Count slowly carried the child. The child began to whimper in pain and began shaking but her eyes are still shot tight.

"M-Mommy... " The child whispered. The Count cradled her closer to him as a sign of comfort.

"Shhh...it's alright, little one. " The Count whispered in her ear. Time is running out and The Count must find a place where she can heal her wounds. The Count's ears twitches when he hears sirens far away which promptly made him follow that sound and investigate.

He followed the sirens as he found out that he was in a hospital. The Count watches as people dragged injured people inside of the building and calling for help if someone is in critical danger. Maybe, following the sirens was the good option he did but he didn't waste anymore time but to enter the building.

Everyone in the waiting room where quiet and waiting for someone to call out there names through the intercom but they suddenly felt a shiver onto their spines and turned around to find The Count, entering the building.

Everyone around the waiting room were shock and terrified. Nurses stops typing to their computers, people who were sitting in benches stopped to whatever they were doing as their jaws were dropped or they covered their mouth due to the shock, and nurses who were helping other patients stopped whatever they were doing as well. All eyes were focused on The Count, no one dared to look away or break any eye contact on him.

The Count ignored there shocked expressions as he look around the area.

"M-May I h-h-help you s-s-s-sir? " A nurse spoke making The Count turned and look at her.

"Yes, this child is injured, please treat it. " The Count said, offering to the nurse Phoebe. The nurse quickly nodded her head and take Phoebe into her arms. She calls the doctors and nurses to treat Phoebe's injuries while The Count watched as they took Phoebe to a room but instead of following them he left the building as he knows that people were getting uncomfortable around his presence. So, he left the building but he stayed in the shadows just in case if danger is lurking around the area.

It's 3:35 AM in the middle of the night, Phoebe's mother and father were sound asleep at the couch while Phoebe sleeps in a hospital bed with machines hooked on her. The Count disguises himself as her father's shadow when he arrived at the hospital and sneakily went inside of the room to see the child and there he finds her sound asleep on bed.

The Count listened to the parents' conservation throughout the night, he watches them as they were worried for their child but at same time he discovered the child's name, it was Phoebe.

"Phoebe... " The Count muttered and smiled at the sound of her name. "Your name means radiant, bright, and pure. It's fitting and beautiful at the same time. " The Count said. He get rids of the strands of hair that was blocking her face but he soon stops when he notice his pale hands.

He looked at it of how pale his skin is, how sharp and long his nails is, and not to mention his appearance as well. Just one look at him then everyone will run away from him from fright.

"I can't let her see me like this. " The Count muttered as he clenched his fist. He then look at the sleeping Phoebe. He can't go near her looking like this, he doesn't want to shattered this radiant, bright, and pure aura from her.

He closes his eyes in order to calm him down and collect his thoughts until finally he opened his eyes as he finally plans on what to do now. He look at the window to find lights from building, structures that were unfamiliar to him. He was mesmerized at the sight of it and he never seen anything like this and this gave him a hint that he's been in a slumber for a very long time.

He then look at the sleeping Phoebe and sigh.

"It seems that the world has change and move on. " The Count whispered. Back in his time, science were considered to be a work of witchcraft, a work of the Devil himself, the world he grew up and seen was simple were religion dominated the world and people were just following what the good book says but now, the world has now advance. Science became a very normal thing to everyone where they don't considered to be witchcraft.

"I need to adapt in the new world that I wake myself to. " The Count whispers once again. He look at Phoebe, as much as he wanted to spend time with her he must get away and learn how the world works. "I'll see you in the future, Phoebe. " The Count whispers to her as he get rid one last strand of hair in her face before transforming himself into a swarm of bats in order to get away from her as he fly off in the sky, ready to learn what's new on this world.

Phoebe let out a gasp that almost sounded like a scream after she witness the truth. Her jaw dropped due to the shock she just witness and she began to shake.

"You...You are what Shaft told me, The Count. " Phoebe manage to say a word. Dr. Alexander nodded his head which made Phoebe's eyes widened from shock and fright. "Is...is that mean I'm... "

"Yes. Yes Phoebe, you are my reincarnated wife. " Dr. Alexander confirmed what Phoebe is about to say and this made Phoebe even more shock than ever than she could feel herself about to faint but luckily for her Dr. Alexander was able to hear her heart and notice her movement, he quickly grabs her by the shoulder. "Easy there, Phoebe. "

Phoebe couldn't believe it. For 17 years she thought that this whole reincarnation shit she went through when she was 7 years old was just a hoax and the cult members were just lunatics and dangerous criminals but now...now it's all true, she's the reincarnated wife of The Count and The Count was right in front of her all along, Dr. Alexander Sullivan Dantes or is it?

Dr. Alexander notice tears began to get out of her eyes so he pulls out his handkerchief in order to wipe away those tears away from her eyes.

"Your name... " Phoebe began, she finally look Dr. Alexander in the eye, who is still has a calm expression. "Dr. Alexander Sullivan Dantes, that's a fake name, right? "

"Yes. " Dr. Alexander answered, filled with honesty. Phoebe went closer to him which made the doctor back away for a bit at the bed.

"Then tell me. " Phoebe said. "What's your real name? "

There was silence in the room but there's also tension between the two of them as the doctor's expression darkened. Phoebe felt fear but she still stood on her ground and look him in the eye. Finally, he answered her question.

"I'm Vlad Dracula Tepes. "

To be Continued

[yanderedrabbles]

Letters from a Yandere Vampire

December 7th, 1886

Dear y/n,

Please do not think me presumptuous for writing to you so soon, but my heart would give me no rest. I have been unable to stop thinking of you since our encounter at the Duke's soiree.

Perhaps it is my countenance or perhaps my foreign heritage, but London's débutantes seem to find me positively frightful. I had resigned myself to yet another evening of disappointment when you introduced yourself to me.

In all my travels, I have met few ladies with your boldness of spirit. You transformed my dour evening into one of unimaginable enjoyment.

I have included with my letter some pressed flowers from my native Transylvania. You expressed much interest in the botany of my homeland and I hope these will intrigue you.

Your interest in my travels is remarkably flattering. And, if I may be so bold, may I invite you to a dinner at my salon? I have much still to share.

Yours sincerely,

Count Nicolae Drăculești

December 17th, 1886

My dearest y/n,

How I enjoyed our evening together! When we danced, I felt my soul set afire. In my travels, none have so captivated me.

Do not think me hasty, but I have sent my messenger with a gift. I can think of no better place for these jewels than around your neck. Please, accept them with my most sincere compliments.

You amused me very much when you pointed out my teeth. My fangs are indeed much longer and sharper than a normal man's. Perhaps you wish to feel their sharpness against your skin?

The nights grow longer and colder. Do you dislike the winter darkness, I wonder. Or do you only long for someone to share it with, as I do?

Ah, forgive my rambling! I'm writing to ask if you will allow me the privilege of escorting you to the Yuletide ball? I can think of no finer gift to celebrate Christmas.

I must soon depart for my home and I insist on spending more time together before then.

Yours,

Nicolae Drăculești

December 25th, 1886

My love,

Merry Christmas! I walked through the untouched snow and even London seemed beautiful and pure.

In this cold, I can think of nothing but having you with me. A day without you is an eternity past.

It seems I have been waiting for you for centuries. Is it to bold to say you are the woman of my dreams? Forgive this fool his insolence, but when I write to you I feel possessed.

You have asked me at length about my aversion to the Church and silver. You are such a logical creature but there are some things beyond the realm of science.

Seek to know no more, for both our sakes.

Another matter has been bothering me of late. I have noticed Lord Lancaster has expressed an interest in you.

The man fawns over you like a slobering hound. As your companion, it is my duty to advise against him. He is unworthy of your attention, much less your sympathy. 

Surely you see that it is you and I that are the more compatible match?

Ever yours,

Nicușor

January 1st, 1887

Dear,

I wished to keep you ignorant of my nature. And yet, you have seen me unmasked. A creature of the night.

It was your blood that did it. A single drop was all it took for my instinct to take over.

I hope you are unhurt. If I were in my right mind, I never would have pinned you against the wall as I did. I never would have forced my kiss upon you.

I could hear your heart racing when I showed you my fangs. Why did you not scream?

Did I fighten you into silence? Or was it something else?

You asked me what you are to me and at the time I had no answer to give. Are you my prey? My meal?

I have spent all night in thought and still I fear uttering these words.

You are my beloved.

My heart belongs entirely to you, wretched and sinful though it may be. No blood is sweeter than yours.

I burn for you, my darling.

I grow agitated at each day that passes when we are not together. My treacherous mind plays such awful tricks on me. Surely you have not cast me aside for another? Or worse, have I frightened you beyond redemption?

Oh, banish the thought! Who has your affection? Your love?

Please, put my poor heart at ease. Meet me in the gazebo at the end of your garden after sunset.

I cannot bear to be parted from you much longer.

Ever your slave,

Nicușor

y/n,

My castle must be prepared for your arrival and I have set forth with great haste to do so. In case you awake before my return, I've left you this letter.

You are currently on board a private train car bound for Transylvania. Do not attempt to leave. My guards have strict orders to ensure you reach home.

You are changed, my dear.

I have bitten you and transformed you into a creature like myself. Upon our final meeting, I intended only to say goodbye. You are too fine and beautiful a creature to be wasted on the likes of me.

But when I saw you in the moonlight, I could not help myself.

You are so beautiful. So bright and lively. You are what my cold halls have lacked all these many years.

My love, I drank your blood. Every drop of it. Nothing in my centuries of existence has ever tasted so sweet, so right.

It can be frightening, I know. But do not despair.

The light of the sun will forever be out of reach, but there are a thousand traits you've gained. Strength. Speed. Immortality.

The grave will never taste your flesh, old age will never hound at your door.

As I am the one who changed you, I am also your Lord and Master. The bond between us is forged in blood. Wherever I go, you must always follow. If I am to die, so shall you. If I am to command, you must obey.

It is a tight leash and not one of my devising, I assure you.

I intend to be your partner and not your Lord. So for both our sakes, my love, do not give me cause to use that power.

You and I have all eternity together. Does it please you as it does me?

I have longed for a bride for centuries. You cannot imagine the loneliness. And in all those years, none have impressed themselves upon my heart as you have.

I have stolen you from the sunshine and into my world of night and blood. I have ripped away any hope of heaven and salvation. No God now, no church or altar.

I am a rogue and a thief and still I beg of you. Please love, do not hate me.

I've made you into my vampire bride.

Your husband,

Nicușor Drăculești

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【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - the hot guy at your gym was flirting with you. 🏳️‍⚧️ 》 transmasc miguel au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Priest Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Miguel O'Hara chose to be a priest after a personal tragedy, he never faithfully believed in anything ── However, you soon changed that, and he had to fight not to give in to the sins of the flesh.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han /Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You and Bi Han were friends with benefits, but the two of you felt much more than just lust.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Tomas and you were friends for two years. It was obvious to everyone who looked at the way Vrbada spoke to you or looked at you that the ninja was completely in love with you; the less you saw it, whether because you ignored his feelings on purpose or simply couldn't see that there was much more than platonic love. However, with the arrival of your ex, he needed to act.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/ Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You couldn't become a ninja because you were too weak, but now, the grandmaster himself took care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You accidentally sent a nude to your university professor.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 OC, Needy Boyfriend - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Dmitry is your rich and needy boyfriend, who needs you 24/7, especially when he wakes up without you in his bed.

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【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tio Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Your non blood uncle is obsessed with you. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - a family together, but apart.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Father Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You need to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He wants to ask you out with him.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - drinks

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Stepfather Albert Wesker - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you know him... V.3

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Cramps

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Wife Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - he is your sub wife

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - boyfriend gifts

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Goth Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He liked you and your makeup. 🦇 》 gothic au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you get hurt

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You were living in the house of a grumpy old man, but he os very cute... 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Professor Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He's your annoying chemistry professor. 📚 》 college au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Dracula - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - maybe he wants more than your blood. 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Count Dracula Count - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a teacher's assistant and help him with his classes. 🎀 》DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】dirty secret🎀 》 DILF SERIES

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - teasing and punishment

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Ice God/Bi Han - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You are the servant of a grumpy ice god. ❄️ 》 ICE GOD/KING AU.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Mad Scientist/Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a wonderful experience of him. 🥼 》 MAD SCIENTIST AU

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Johnny Cage - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - aftercare

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - low self esteem | 🎀 》 daddykink version

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you got pregnant with him... 🕷️ 》 miguel o’hara x blackcat!user

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Homelander - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are the new hero of the seven and he has his eyes on you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - we never talked about ***** **** ┆ 🧼 》 fight club au, you are his tyler...

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada- 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - new recruit

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- valentine's day

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Simon Riley 'Ghost' - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - slutty torture

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【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- he needs to take care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- arranged marriage...

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【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Yandere!Shang Tsung - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - obsession

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - fuck buddies

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patient is the night

─ remmick x f!oc

─ synopsis: for so long, she had thought she might be the last of their kind. until one night, as she feasted, another reared its ugly head. and he seems to follow her throughout time itself.

─ warnings: mild smut, lots of blood, violence, french oc (french jumpscare!)

─ w/c: 8.8k

i have crossed oceans of time to find you.

bram stoker, dracula

1410

SHE GIGGLED AS THE MAN TWIRLED HER AROUND. The instruments played, the room filled with laughter and cheering. Her dress swayed along with the music, arms surrounding her as she spun from partner to partner. The tavern was filled to the brim, drunkards, peasants, and knights alike. They were all one in this moment, in this fleeting moment. A war was to begin on the morrow, death was looming over them all. But death did not reside in this room tonight. Tonight was for laughter, for gaiety, for love.

In the corner of the room, three men played instruments, singing songs of brave warriors, of noble kings, of wise men. As she swung into the arms of a knight, her own arms slung around his neck, holding him close. Her face burned, flushed from the exhaustion of dancing and the copious amounts of mead she'd drunk. She could never say no to a free drink. Especially when they came from such handsome strangers.

In a darker corner of the room, a lone man sat at a small table, nursing his ale. His dark eyes watched her flit about, dancing from man to man. Something in his chest tightened at the sight. Something unnamed, ignored and unknowable. His hand clenched around the pint, his jaw following suit. There was something about her, though he'd never spoken a single word to her. Had only caught sight of her a handful of times. Had heard many tales of the lovely maiden that danced among moonlight. Some said she was a siren of the land, luring men into the woods. But none in the tavern seemed to heed this warning tale. Especially not the knight that she continued to return to, her arms flinging around him, letting him pick her up in his arms and spin her about. It was a pathetic display, he told himself. And that is precisely why the knight would die before he ever got a chance to see the battlefield.

Her arms around the knight's neck pulled him close, their lips hovering just close enough to mingle breath. She smelled of mead and jasmine and sweat. He found it all so enticing. He found her so enticing. "Come with me." She spoke so softly that he almost wondered if he had imagined it. But, as her arms pulled him towards the door of the tavern, he found himself floating, his feet stumbling to follow closely behind her.

The man in the corner stood from his seat, tossing down a coin for the ale. If he had to take the maiden as well, he would. It would be no issue. She would likely freeze from fear, too frightened to even scream out before he sunk his teeth into her and drank from her. The mere thought did more to fulfill his thirst than the pint of ale. He neared the door, following the two into the night air.

There was a soft breeze, sending a shiver up her spine as her fingers intertwined with the knight's. Her thin dress swayed in the breeze, the moonlight illuminating her figure hidden beneath the fabric. The knight could feel himself tighten in the breeches, quick to chew on his bottom lip as she led him towards the edge of the woods. She was a haunting visage, her dark hair flowing loose and long. Her fingers tightened around his, tugging him along. His feet caught on branches and discarded sticks as he followed her into the woods, deeper into the darkness.

When the two came upon a clearing, she halted, spinning on her heel to throw her arms around his neck once again. She pulled him close, their lips pressing together in a mash of lust and want. A moan escaped him, his hands quick to catch her hips and squeeze the flesh. Pulling back just barely, she looked up at him through half-lidded eyes that seemed to glow in the night - a trick of the light? Drool dripped from the corner of her lips, gently caressing her chin. Her hands slid down to palm his chest, gently pushing him back towards the grassy floor.

As the knight lied back against the grass, she climbed atop him, her legs straddling him. Leaning down, she pressed wet kisses to his cheek and jaw, trailing down to the crook of his neck. The two panted obscenely, his hands clawing at her dress, wanting nothing more than to rip off the fabric. His fingers dug into her thighs, sure to leave marks behind.

The man from the tavern strolled past the building and into the woods. Their scents could lure him for miles. He stepped through the woods, careful not to catch on any broken limbs. As he made his way through, he could hear the steady thrumming of a heartbeat. A smirk spread across his lips, thick gobs of drool beginning to seep from his lips. A gasp cut through the air, halting his movements. Had he been seen? Had he been caught? The heartbeat thudded heavily and quickly before beginning to slow, slow, halt. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment.

Taking careful steps, he found himself at the edge of a clearing. The knight lay on the grass, the woman straddling him. Her dress pooled all around his legs. Watching carefully, his eyes narrowed when the woman lifted her head from the knight's neck. Dark blood ran down her chin, coating her chest and staining the front of her dress. The knight lay still, dead. His eyes widened. "I know you are there." Her soft voice cut through the night, cut through his chest. "Come out of the shadows and show yourself." As if she could see right through him, her eyes stared into the darkness, directly at him. Two red pinpricks in the deep dark.

He stepped out, exposed by the moonlight. Her lips spread into a toothy smile, her fangs flashing. "I smelled you in the tavern. Had hoped you would follow." Her bloodied fingers lifted, scooping the blood from her chin and placing it in her mouth. The sight itself was sinful. Desire swirled along his stomach, need filling his every pore. "Aalis. Pleasure to make your company." She held out a bloodied hand towards him.

With a frown, he stared at the hand. His eyes slowly trailed up her arm and towards her features, slightly obscured by the shadows that seemed to pulse and waver. It was as if she were some divine creature made from the night. Stepping forward to close the gap, his hand slid into hers. The viscous fluid encompassed his hand, sending him wild, feral. Thick saliva quickly flooded his mouth, too much to contain as it dribbled past his lips and down his chin. "You must be starved. Here, have a taste." She pushed herself off of the knight, presenting the corpse like an offering, a gift.

He spoke no words as he crouched down, leaning over to latch onto the throat and begin gulping down all he could. She watched wordlessly, her tongue darting out to lick the corners of her lips. For a moment, she had found herself saddened to see the knight go. He was quite handsome and very sweet. But this man in front of her, this man drinking from the open wound she had, was far more delicious. Her lips curled into a devious smile, full of cruel and wicked intentions.

The man unlatched himself from the knight's throat, taking a deep gasp of air. The two were quite the sight, blood dripping down their chins, coating their chests and clothes. "Your manners seemed to have escaped you. I gave you my name." She spoke, her eyes watching him closely.

"Remmick." His voice was thick.

"An Irishman." Her own voice was fond, gentle and almost loving in a way. "You and I have a common enemy."

"You're French." He spoke, not a question, merely a statement. They both understood that this common trait did not make them friends or even acquaintances. They merely existed together, not ready to kill the other yet. "You speak like them." Like the English, he left unsaid. A gaping wound of an insult. Hurtful only to them. He can tell his words have left a mark by the way her jaw visibly clenched. The two fell into a tense silence, watching each other like lions from rival prides. Two predators in the night, only common consolation the hunger that swirled around the pits of their stomachs.

"You smell like them. With your ales and your cheap whores. Disgusting lot." She practically spit, a glare in her eyes. The anger that warped her features left her ugly and witch-like. No longer was she this siren, a harbinger of death for young, lustful men. Now she was a monster, a creation so abominable that all who looked upon her would cower in fear. He found her even more enticing this way. As if she were showing him her true self, not the facade she wore for others. This was who she really was. This was who she was deep down to her core. And it was so delectable.

Tension filled the air surrounding them, listening and watching their every move. All that separated them was the cold corpse of the knight, drained of all blood. Her bloodied hands rested on her lap, glowing eyes watchful. Hesitance coursed through her body, her fingers curling into the fabric of her thin dress. Slowly pushing herself up from the ground, she stumbled on weak legs like a freshly born fawn. The pleasure from her feeding still filled every speck of her form. "A pleasure this has been. Mayhaps I shall see you along the path. Blessed be, Remmick."

With that, she spun on her heel and disappeared into the woods, leaving only her lingering scent. The back of his hand wiped the drying blood and drool from his chin. In the morning, the war would commence and thousands would die before King Henry V would marry Catherine of Valois.

1603

THE MAN SITTING NEXT TO HER LET OUT A WET COUGH, saliva and phlegm splattering everywhere. Her jaw clenched, holding back a sigh of frustration. The feed was not worth it, she wanted to tell herself. Grabbing the cloth, she dabbed away at the dribbles of drool across his chin. A small frown painted her lips. "You're not well, my love. Perhaps we should fetch the doctor?" She spoke as if she cared whether the man lived or died. A pathetic display of emotion that she felt she was almost incapable of. Pulling the rag back, her hand curled tight around the cloth, nails dug into the fabric. Her eyes glanced around at the servant's quarters, filled to the brim with coughing patrons.

All of them near death. All of them ready to cease breathing, their hearts steadily thumping with blood. It was all too much sometimes. She swallowed back the saliva that filled her mouth to the brim. Clenching her jaw tighter for a moment, she sighed softy. Many nights had been spent contemplating smothering the man in his sleep. The flute he played so carefully, so delicately, sat next to his bed. The only reason she hadn't killed him yet. His only savior, though he was impervious to that information. But, now he was too sick to continue playing. There was no need for the man to continue his life if he could not play such joyful melodies. "Please, perhaps you should sleep. Let your body rest while it heals you." Her voice was soft, gentle, caring.

Her hands lifted to caress his shoulders, steadily pushing him to lie back on his bed. Night was upon them, it would soon be time for all of the servants to go to sleep in preparation for Queen Elizabeth I's funeral. One by one, each servant and maid slowly succumbed to their slumber, coughing and hacking in their sleep. But Aalis remained wide awake, her eyes watching each of them fall one by one, until she was the final eye open.

Slowly, her eyes scanned the room before she pushed herself out of the bed. Her movements were sluggish, carefully dragging to make sure none of them awoke. Kneeling before the bed of the flutist, her sharp fingernails ran gently along the dampened skin of his neck. Leaning in, she took a deep inhale, letting his intoxicating smell fill her senses. He reeked of plums and wasted potential. It was a shame that he would die so brutally. The tip of her nose ran along the crook of his neck as her lips settled along the thrum of his throat. Her fangs pierced the skin, blood filling her mouth.

His eyes shot open and her hand was quick to cover his mouth with the rag. He writhed against her, his hands grasping the fabric of her dress in a vain attempt to push her off. None of his attempts worked. Already, he was too weak to fight back. It was useless for him to even think to do so. She loved them like this - too weak to defend themselves from her. A sense of power surged through her as she sucked at his throat, a soft moan slipping from her as pleasure shot through her, running straight down to the apex of her legs. She climbed onto the bed, crawling on top of him. The rag stuffed inside of his mouth muffled any attempts to call for help.

Her body ground against him, using him as her personal plaything. Another soft moan dripped from her as she continued to drink from him. Very soon, his body fell limp. But she continued to writhe against him, her clothed core rubbing against the rough fabric of his trousers. Her clawed fingers ran up into his hair, tugging and pulling as she drank the last droplets she could get. Just before she unlatched herself, a surge of pleasure shot through her as she reached her high. She whimpered against his bloodied neck as she rode out her high against him.

As she felt herself winding down, she herself fell limp against the corpse, her mouth unlatching from his throat. She pressed a bloodied kiss to his jaw before prying herself off of him, standing on wobbly legs. "Quite a show." She startled at the soft voice just behind her ear. Spinning on her heels, her eyes widened slightly at the man standing just behind her, towering over her. "You're quite the needy one." She could place that voice in another place, another time.

"Remmick." She croaked out, blood congealing along her teeth.

"Aalis. A pleasure." His hand gently grabbed hers, pressing a polite kiss to the back of it. "Seems you really enjoyed that feller there."

"He had the plague. He played the flute nicely, though." She glanced back towards the corpse, shrugging her shoulders in indifference. Turning back to face him, their glowing eyes met. So much blood coursing throughout this room. So many willing victims. So many that would soon die anyway. To die so peacefully that they were willing to give would be considered a blessing by even the most pious of them. "It's sad, don't you think?" She let her eyes scan the room, brushing across each sleeping form, each beating heart. "To have lived such a short life of misery. Never knowing true happiness."

His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes ran along her face, her soft frown. Saliva began to fill his mouth as he looked over the blood now caked across her chest and staining the front of her green dress. Christ, he thought to himself, just the sight of her was sinful. Everything about her was catastrophic. He swallowed thickly, trying to contain himself. "Perhaps we could end their suffering. Do 'em all a favor." His jaw clenched as he tore his eyes from her, forcing himself to look out at the room of servants. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her turn back towards him, her piercing eyes staring at him. For the first time since his change, a shiver ran up his spine.

Her eyes narrowed for a moment as she watched him carefully. He was quite the character, she thought. It was rare to have met many like herself, and he was the only one to stand out for her. The only one who'd stuck with her. For several years after their first meeting, her mind had lingered on that hand of fate. She wondered what the odds of them crossing paths yet again were. Fairly high as two immortal creatures, she pondered. "You're keeping yourself together for a starved man." Her voice was soft, quiet. Taking a step closer, her fingers gripped his chin and turned his face towards her. His flinch was nearly imperceptible when she grabbed him but she noticed. She noticed these things. "You have suffered greatly in life. Perhaps as greatly as some of them." Her thumb drew soft shapes into his stubbled skin. "Would you have wanted the same fate, given the choice?"

With a deep frown, he watched her just as deeply as she watched him. Her words slowly processed in his mind, his eyes dancing across her face. His own hand lifted, his thumb swiping at the congealed blood at the corner of her lips. Bringing his hand up to his lips, his tongue darted out to suck it into his mouth. She watched him, her gaze turning curious. The metallic taste of the cooled blood did little to satisfy his hunger. But it seemed to satiate him for the fleeting moment that it lingered on his tongue. "Maybe. More of a choice than I've ever been given."

A small smile began to spread across her lips. There was a sincerity in his eyes, a kindness that she hadn't seen from others before. She wondered how long before time would corrode such a quality. "I look forward to the next time our paths cross." Her hand fell back to her side as she moved past him, leaving the servant's quarters and leaving him alone. His eyes remained glued to where she had just stood, his senses on fire and his hunger cramping his stomach.

1888

A DEEP SIGH ESCAPED HER LIPS AS SHE RESTED HER CHIN ON HER HAND. Her eyes watched the patrons of the bar, watched the prostitutes approach the so-called gentlemen, propositioning them. Her drink sat on the table in front of her, hardly touched. Smoke filled the room, billowing from all of the pipes that the men carried. Pulling a pocket watch from her coin purse, she checked the time. Midnight. Soon, they would hurry home for fear of being the new victim of the murderer lurking along the alleys. Her eyes watched one man in particular. A soft-spoken gentleman with a thin mustache and a wooden pipe pinched between his lips. He discussed finances with an older gentleman, white hair poking out beneath a top hat.

Snapping her pocket watch shut, she let her hand fall onto the table, her nails tapping along the wood. The man had been here for two hours now. She was sure his wife and daughter were waiting patiently for him to return home. If she thought about it too long, she might grow remorseful. But there is no changing this. His fate had been sealed the moment her eyes cast upon him a week prior. Benedict Bakers was his name. He was a banker, a businessman. He had fingers in plenty of very important pies. The loss of him would be felt greatly within the business world. And it would bring a great deal of comfort to many around London who owed him debts.

A body stumbled into the chair across from her, startling her from her trance. "Excuse me, sir, but that seat is taken." She spoke, her painted lips pursed in a frown of disdain. The man across from her paid her no mind, her words falling on deaf ears. Her frown deepened the longer he remained seated, a scoff escaping her lips before she could stop it.

"Oi, love, what's a birdie like you doin' all by your lonesome?" He turned to face her, leaning across the table to get a better look at her. "Don't see no ring. You a whore?"

Her jaw clenched tight, her teeth threatening to shatter under the force. "No, sir. I'm an honest lady. And I would like for you to find another seat."

"Didn't see no one sittin' 'ere. Looks like I'll be just fine 'ere."

A hand clamped down on the man's shoulder, squeezing tight. "That's my seat you're sittin' in, my good fellow." Her eyes trailed up the arm to take in the man standing over him. She bit back a smile, watching the drunkard frown as he pushed himself up from the table, muttering apologies as he stumbled back towards the bar. Taking the newly open seat across from her, he rested his elbow on the table. "Hard to picture a lady such as yourself takin' up space in a place like this."

"Remmick."

"Aalis."

"You sound like them now." Grabbing her glass, she took a sip of the liquor. Her eyes ran along his features, nothing different since their last interaction so long ago. Had it really been almost three-hundred years? She hadn't realized how much she had missed him until he appeared again. "Adapting well, I see."

"Better than being killed for being Irish." His voice was hushed, low, so that no others could pry.

She hummed softly, her eyes dancing between him and the banker. "I take it you're the one they all fear? The Ripper?"

With a low chuckle, he shook his head, leaning forward onto the table. "No, wish I could take credit for that one. I half-thought that one might belong to you."

"I'm not one for theatrics." She smiled, her focus slowly fading from the banker. Too entranced by the man sitting across from her. Bad business, she knew it. Needed to stay fed. But it was so difficult to focus on food when the man across from her was so delectable. So enticing. Her face grew warm as their eyes met, fondness hidden deep within their features. "I had hoped you knew me better than that." Her tone is teasing as she lifts her glass to take another sip.

His eyes watch carefully, something akin to care in his gaze. It's a fleeting notion, but it's still there, just barely hidden behind the faint glow. There's something here, something between them. Maybe a kinship? She's one of two of their kind that he'd met. The other being the one who'd turned him and that creature hadn't been seen since. She had been the only consistency, his only comfort. And there was something unnerving in that. Something that felt forbidden in it all. Like he shouldn't taint this with his touch. But she had been corrupted long before his appearance in life.

A comfortable silence settled between the two, like old friends catching up. After a moment, her hand darted out, catching his and holding it. "I'm glad you're here, actually." She spoke with her soft smile and gentle voice. Like an angel sent from above. If he hadn't known better, he would have never thought her capable of such violence, such deplorability. "I've been considering a change of pace recently. And... Well, I had hoped maybe you would join me in such an adventure."

"Are you proposin' to me?"

She giggled, ducking her head before shaking it. "Something of the like, I suppose. I... I want to go to America."

He fell silent again, his eyes widening slightly at her words. America. He'd heard plenty of it, had seen ships leaving and returning to and from there. But he'd never considered it. Not for himself. But, from her lips, the offer seemed so tempting. Looking down at their intertwined hands, he gently squeezed her fingers. "As much as I'd love to, my business isn't done here."

Her smile slowly dropped, a frown quick to replace it. Not one of anger or disdain, but one of sorrow, of rejection. Pulling her hand from his, she hesitantly nodded. "Well, if you happen to change your mind." With that, she pushed herself up from the table, hands smoothing out the skirt of her dress. The bodice hugged tightly against her abdomen, the corset tight. It was a wonder how she could even breathe, though he was sure she really didn't need to. Pushing her way past, she made her way out of the bar and into the night air.

Why she was so upset, she wasn't sure. Maybe a part of her had convinced herself that this was the hand of fate stepping in. That he had shown up just as she contemplated her travel to America so that he would join her. But maybe she was being overzealous. The two had only met twice before, hundreds of years apart. He owed her no allegiance. Maybe it was just the sting of rejection that got to her. Had nothing to do with him, after all. But even she could not fool herself into believing that. It had everything to do with him.

Footsteps beside her startled her from her thoughts. The banker leaned up against the brick building, reeking of alcohol. "Excuse me, miss." He slurred, his words practically running together as he neared her. Swallowing back her self-pity, she cleared her throat and turned towards him. "I seem to have lost my pocket watch." His hands tapped at the pockets of his vest, finding them empty. "Have you perhaps seen it?"

"I fear I have not. Though I could help look for it." She offered kindly, stepping towards him. "Where have you been? We could retrace your steps."

"Well, I noticed it when I was walking through the alleyway-"

"Perfect!" She exclaimed, her own excitement startling herself. "We should start there." All things were falling into place. She would not let the little hiccup with Remmick earlier set her off course. Rejection was always a possibility. She knew that, deep down. But it still hurt. It still meant that she would be alone to face this new world across the ocean. Pushing past the banker, the two made their way into the dark alleyway.

His body pressed against the wall of the building, too dizzy to hold himself up. She moved ahead of him, leading him deeper into the alley. Snaking her hand into her coin purse, she fished around. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion when the purse was empty, all contents missing. "What...?" She whispered, her hands patting around her dress as if there was any room to conceal anything in there.

"Looking for this?" A voice called out at the entrance of the alley. The two spun around, the imposing shadow holding out the pocket watch. Her lips pursed in a deep frown. The banker's features brightened, his smile wide, thanking the man. "Oh, no worries, chap. Just bein' a good pal."

As the banker neared the man, reaching out for the watch, the man dropped it to the cobblestone street, quick to grab the banker and slam him into the wall. Before the banker could react, Remmick bit into his throat, his hand covering the banker's mouth to muffle his shouts. Blood poured down the front of his clothes, drenching him. His hands grasped at Remmick in a vain attempt to push him off, but his movements were quickly becoming sluggish, drained.

With a glare in her eyes, she watched Remmick feed on the man she'd been watching for a week now. It wasn't fair. That he could come in and strong-arm his way to a meal. Meanwhile, she'd always had to play it safe. Always had to bide her time, wait for the perfect opening. Her jaw clenched and her arms crossed over her chest as she watched the horrid display of gluttony. After a fleeting moment, he finally unlatched from the banker's throat, half-lidded eyes searching for her. "C'mon now. Get yourself a taste. Can hear your hunger from here, dove."

"Don't call me that." She spat at him, huffing with frustration as she approached the banker's weakened body. Grabbing his vest, she yanked him down to latch onto the wound that Remmick had left behind. It was a bloody, messy affair. Far worse than she had hoped it would be. Through time and practice, she had gotten more precise with her work. Had been able to avoid disgusting spills. It had taken plenty of trial and error. It was clear he had yet to learn the art of a clean kill.

Stumbling back, he watched her feed like it was her final meal. The banker slowly grew weaker, his body beginning to slump. But that did not stop her. She followed him down to the ground, climbing on top of his lap to straddle him. It was a sinful sight, itching at the back of his mind and gluing itself into his psyche. A part of him wanted to yank her off and pull her onto his own lap. But he swallowed that thought back down. Let her feed herself. His hand lifted, wiping some of the blood from his chin and sticking the digit in his mouth, sucking it clean.

Unlatching herself, she was careful not to let any blood spill across her dress. It had been expensive and it was one of her favorites. An emerald green that she didn't see many other women wearing. Pushing herself off of the banker's lap, she caught her breath. Blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth, her finger quick to catch it before it fell any further. Pressing her back against the wall, she looked up at Remmick through heavy lids. "Why did you take the watch?"

"Wanted a reason to see you again." He shrugged his shoulders, noncommittal in nature. "Wanted you to come lookin' for me for a change."

Her eyebrows furrowed at that. At the confession. As if she were a priest and he a humble sinner. Could she forgive his sins? Could she absolve him of all that he had done wrong when she couldn't even absolve herself? "You look for me?" Her voice is small, minuscule in nature compared to her usual commanding presence. This was not the same woman he had seen in the tavern four-hundred years prior. The woman who had led a knight to his untimely demise. The woman who had seduced the queen's flutist and murdered him in his sleep. This was an entirely new being.

"In everything." His feet carried him closer as he neared her side, pressing his back to the wall and sliding down to sit next to her. Staring ahead, he could already feel her eyes lingering along his features, dancing along. He wished so deeply that he could ignore this unsettling feeling deep in his gut. It wasn't hunger. And it wasn't even lust. But something far, far worse. Something unquenchable. A void only she could fill. It was too much power for one to hold. It made him feel weak and disgusting. It was pathetic that he searched for her in everything. Always looking for her, for her hair, for her laughter, for her trail of ruin left in her wake. "What's in America?"

"New foods." A playful smile danced on her lips as he finally turned to face her. The two chuckled softly together, more in tune than they had ever been before. "Cuisines of all kinds and the freedom to try them all. No one to stop us, no one to hunt us down."

His eyes narrowed as he listened to her speak. It was tempting. Not just the offer, but her. She was tempting. After a silent moment, he sighed and rested the back of his head against the wall. "Trust me, doll," he spoke with a frown, "there's nothin' I want more than to follow you to the ends of the earth. But... I got some unfinished business here. Give me a few years, yeah?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

The silence that now fell upon them was charged, filled with a kind of sorrow. An ultimatum. Now or never. He felt like a cornered animal, ready to lash out and ruin any of his other options. But he couldn't do that. Not with her. Never with her. "Then I'll meet you there." His voice was soft, softer than he'd ever let it become. He wanted her to feel safe, to feel secure in his company. "Set us up a real nice place, yeah? Keep the bed warm for me."

She offered a sad smile and a polite nod before pushing herself up from the ground. She bid him goodbye and disappeared into the night. The next night, she left for America by boat. He watched from a dock far off, regret slowly sinking in, feeling a part of him now missing.

1910

SHE RESTED AGAINST THE BUNK, a book in hand. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her eyes glazed over the words, barely letting any of them sink in. Across from her, she could hear chains rattling, a groan echoed somewhere deep inside the corridor. Her lips pursed as someone near her sobbed quietly. Rolling her eyes, she huffed and set her book down, glaring in the direction of the sobbing. "Will you shut the hell up? Can't rightly think with all that cryin'!" She called out, her arms crossing over her chest.

"Hey! Cut that out!" The baton slammed against the metal bars of her cell, shutting her up. A scoff escaped her lips as she let her head fall flat against the bunk. Prick, she mumbled under her breath. Her stomach rumbled, cramping as it twisted and turned from hunger. On top of all of this hunger, her entire being ached with longing. A deep settled loneliness that was beginning to eat at her. This entire thing was growing old, living forever. What good was it if you were on your own the whole damn time?

Letting her eyes shut, she felt the weight of a millennia crashing down on top of her. Her hands lifted, the heels of her palms rubbing her tired eyes. With a sigh, she grabbed her book again and opened it up, continuing from where she started. A scuffle could be heard down the corridor, gasps and the shuffling of feet. She paid it no mind, too tired to be yelled at again. Very soon, the entire building fell silent. Even the sobbing had ceased. She thanked whatever higher power might exist for the momentary respite from all of the noise.

"Ma'am," a voice spoke at the edge of the cell, a southern drawl similar to the one she'd put on, "your husband's here. Paid your bail."

"Husband?" Her eyebrows furrowed as she shut the book and lifted herself to sit up on the bunk. A figure stood just outside of the now open cell, shrouded by shadow. Squinting her eyes, she stared at the figure for a fleeting moment. Familiarity hit her like a train. Dropping her book, she bolted for the figure. Her arms flung around his neck, body slamming into his sturdy form. A deep chuckle escaped his lips as he lifted her into the air, arms locked tight around her waist. She giggled like a schoolgirl, the weight of her existence shrugged from her shoulders just by his touch.

Her hands grasped the sides of his face, holding him in the light of the oil lamp to gaze upon his features. "You came for me." It wasn't a question, merely an observation. Stubble dusted across his chin making him devilishly handsome in a way she hadn't noticed before. Her fingers ghosted along his skin, as if to convince herself that his presence was real and not a hallucination.

"Told ya to set us up a nice place. This don't look too nice." His eyes glanced around, a playful smile dancing on his lips. When he finally pulled his gaze back upon her, he was struck by how beautiful she really was. How she'd always been. Even five-hundred years ago when she danced in the tavern with the knight. Even when she was cooped up in a servant's quarters with some flutist dying of the plague. It had crossed his mind plenty of times to find her, fall to his knees before her and beg for forgiveness as if she were some goddess that could grant him true serenity. All he wanted was to gaze upon her again, to touch her and hold her and keep her close.

She smiled bright, her teeth flashing. "Well, had to underwhelm ya first to make the home look extra nice is all."

"That right?" He chuckled, his hands squeezing her waist. "Gon' have to give me the grand 'ole tour, then."

"Well, what the hell we waitin' on?" She turned, pulling from his grasp to grab her book before rejoining his side.

The two made their way out of the jail, stepping over the bodies of the officers strewn about the floor. She paid them no mind, not sparing a second care as they left the building and entered the night air. A wide grin spread across her face, plastered and glued still. Her fingers twitched at her side, itching to reach out and grab him. As if he'd read her mind, his arm slung across her shoulders, pulling her into his side. Her skin buzzed under his touch. She wound her arm around his waist, her head leaning against his shoulder. "Missed you." She mumbled, barely audible under the hum of cicadas, of the croaking of frogs. But he'd heard it nonetheless.

"Glad to hear. 'Cause I ain't gon' leave your side this time 'round." His voice lowered as he pressed his nose against the top of her head. Her skin sang, tingling. Her very form seemed to warm under his touch. There was something so rich about him, made her feel like the most important woman in the world when his attention was on her. And it seemed that his attention hardly strayed from her in her presence. A part of her had wondered how many women he had turned into one of them, how many women he had been with. How many of them felt as important as she did around him. It was stupid and childish - deep down, she knew that. He was here now and that's all that mattered. No one else could have what they had.

As they walked into the night, it was as if they had never been apart. The two spun tales of their adventures; his in London and Ireland, hers in America. "In my defense, he wasn't a very good sport 'bout the matter." She chuckled, shaking her head. "And he's a pussy for callin' the law on such a pretty young thing." Remmick smiled down at her, his arm around her tightening its grip. She had led them through the thick woods, finally stumbling onto a clearing that held a small wooden cabin. "Home sweet home." She muttered as they neared the porch.

In the windowsill sat a small grey cat, quick to stand and stretch as they two entered the home. She smiled, leaning down to run her fingers along the cat's spine. "Wish we could turn animals sometimes." She spoke softly, crouching as she scooped the animal into her arms like a newborn baby. "This here's Daisy May."

With a small smile, Remmick pet the cat's head, offering the creature a gentle greeting. He'd normally never been one for pets, but even he couldn't deny the appeal. Especially when she looked at it so lovingly. There's a sting of domesticity within it all. In the back of his mind, he pictured her holding a child that way - their child. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he let his hands fall back to his sides as she set the cat back down onto the wooden floor. "Feel free to look 'round. You want anythin' to drink?" She asked as she made her way deeper into the home, disappearing into the dark kitchen.

"No, darlin', I'm fine for now." He called out, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trousers as he strolled through the home. He started with the living room, eyes glossing along all of the decorations. Photos of people he couldn't recognize hung up all over the walls. A vase of wildflowers sat on the mantle above the fireplace. Something deep in his gut struck him. Had she picked those herself or were they given to her as a gift? From some admirer of sorts? He'd been with plenty of women in his time, there's no room for him to cast judgement. But... something about the mere idea of her with another man set something inside of him ablaze. "Where, uh... Where'd you get these flowers from?"

"Huh?" She called back, her faint steps echoing throughout the empty house as she made her way into the living room. "Oh, there's a field just a li'l bit from here. I like to go there some nights, picked 'em myself."

The answer soothed the fire inside of him, cooling him down. There was no indication that there was anyone else living here with her. And that brought him back to Earth. Brought him back to the present. Reminded him that, at the end of the day, she was his and his alone. And he was hers, until the two met the sunlight together. "I could show you sometime." Her soft offer brought him out of his thoughts. His eyes glanced towards her, her gentle features looking back towards him, her eyes glowing in the darkness. He almost fell to his knees then and there, begging her to join him in some form of unholy matrimony. There was a kind of twisted romance about their story. The star-crossed lovers of damnation.

"I think I'd like that very much."

A bright smile spread across her lips, her teeth flashing in the moonlight. Her hand slid into his as she pulled him out of the house and back into the woods. And he followed, like an obedient servant, at her beck and call. If she asked him to jump, he would simply ask how high. If he were thrown out from the pits of Hell, he would beg to crawl back if it meant he could spend an eternity with her. It was almost pathetic, he knew it deep down. But he found that he didn't quite care about being pathetic. As long as she kept holding his hand like this, their fingers intertwined tight as if loosening might mean a permanent separation. Never again. He would have to be pried from her side. Only until she got down on her hands and knees and begged him to leave would he even entertain such a preposterous notion.

Finally coming upon another clearing, a field of wildflowers came into view. "I come here some nights, just to keep to myself. Helps clear my mind." She spoke, her head hung low to avoid his gaze. A tinge of embarrassment filled her as she divulged precious information of the like. She's sure he could care less about things like this, about fields of flowers and what she does in them. She leaves out the tidbit that some particularly stressful nights - usually after a feeding - she comes to the field and lies down among the flowers, her fingers buried deep inside of herself as she moans his name, pictures his hands all over her, his mouth all over her. That piece she decides to keep to herself.

His eyes looked out over the field, a sense of familiarity washing over him. His hand squeezed hers, pulling her against his side. Glancing down at her, a soft smile spread across his lips. She looked so precious, like something you needed to cradle in your hands so that she wouldn't shatter. "Reminds me when we first met." He spoke, his southern drawl forgotten to the wayside in favor of his true accent given to him from the hills of Ireland. "All them years ago in that field."

She finally gathered the courage to look up at him, their eyes meeting in an intense display of affection. Something about his real voice being on full display set something deep inside of her on fire. A pit formed deep into her gut, settling into her core. "That knight was quite handsome, no?" Her own voice had forgotten its southern twang, a French lilt hinting at her words. It had been so long since she'd let her true voice free that it almost felt foreign on her tongue. "He was quite stupid, too." She chuckled.

As his smile turned fond, his free hand lifted to cradle her jaw. His thumb drew soft circles along her cheek, his eyes darting between her own and her lips. There was a shift in the air, a newfound tension that maybe had always been there but she'd been too stubborn to notice. Too stuck in her ways to accept the kind of love that she might have deserved. "Ever since I caught sight o' you in that tavern, I ain't stopped thinkin' of ya, dove." Her fingers intertwined with his squeezed unconsciously. "It's always been you."

Her own free hand was quick to grab his collar and yank him down, their lips meeting in a heated clash, their teeth knocking. His hands were quick to catch her hips, pulling her body flush against his. A soft moan escaped her lips, vibrating against his own lips. His movements became frantic as he stumbled down into the tall grass, pulling her down on top of him. "Christ," he hissed against her lips as she ground her hips against him. Their lips rejoined in wet display, saliva meeting and spreading across their lips and chins. His fingers began tugging at the skirt of her thin cotton dress, pulling it up her legs bit by bit. When he finally reached the hem of it, he slid his hands along the exposed skin of her thighs, fingers digging and leaving bruises. But she couldn't bring herself to care. If anything, she welcomed it. Let him mark her up, claim her to anyone who might even consider looking her way.

His hands slip further up the dress, brushing along the sides of her underwear before settling on her waist. Pulling back from the kiss, she lifted and grabbed the edge of her dress, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the side. Breathing heavy, his hands brushed along her abdomen, fingers ghosting along her breasts. Her nipples hardened under the cool night air. She was an absolute vision of beauty, of sin incarnate. He wanted her, to keep her forever. If he could hide her away from all of the world, he would in a heartbeat. The mere idea of others looking at her and wanting her was enough to set him off the edge.

Her hips ground against him, a bulge now tenting his slacks. His fingers continued to dance upwards, grasping her ribs just below her breasts. His thumb ran along her pebbled nipple, a soft whimper dripping from her lips like the blood he'd seen her consume so many times. "Ya like that?" His voice was husky with desire and want. His eyes watched her intensely, the glow turning a deep shade of crimson. She simply nodded, at a loss for words as his fingers roamed along her body in an attempt to lay hands on every inch he could. Her hands splayed out across his chest, nails digging into skin even through his soft blue button-up. Her fingers began quick work, unbuttoning and pulling it off, moving swiftly to untuck his wifebeater and toss it with the rest of the clothes.

The way he lied beneath her was its own work of art. She wished she could photograph this moment, save it forever. She would keep it near and dear. Something soft and precious to her. Something she could maybe take to the afterlife with her. Her fingers soon moved to his slacks, unbuttoning and unzipping. He lifted his hips, kicking them off and out of the way. Now the two were left only in their underwear. Her clothed core pressed against his own clothed erection, the heat from her palpable. Fingers dug harshly into her hip, stilling her gyrations. She chewed on her bottom lip, watching him through heavy lids. Hovering over him, she looked ethereal, omnipotent. Like one look from her could cure ailments. And he's sure that they could. He almost feels unworthy of this. To get to lay hands on such an angel, on such a gift to humanity. But he does. Because she is his, and he is hers. From the moment their eyes met across the field five-hundred years prior, they were bonded. Something invisible, something tethered tight to their cores. He knows what it is, knows what it's called. But a part of him might be scared to name it. But he does anyway.

"I love you." His hips roll and buck, pressing his hardness against her.

A gasp escaped her lips like it wasn't meant to be heard. Her nails dig into the skin of his chest. A welcome sting. A pain so sultry and satisfying that he worries coming undone right then and there. "Je t'aime." She whispered, leaning down to press her lips to his. This time, there is no drool. No rushed lust hidden behind the action. This one is pure and gentle, slow and soft. As if they have all the time in the world. And they do, as long as that sun stays hidden behind the mountains, behind the tree-line. His fingers slip beneath the hem of her underwear, pulling them down as she lifted her legs enough to kick them off. His soon join them and they are left bare and exposed to one another.

As she sunk down onto him, there's a shared groan, their eyes shutting as she stilled, letting herself adjust. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she steadied herself before gently rolling her hips. His own fingers dug into the skin of her hips, nail beds leaving crescent shapes indented. Her lips peppered kisses along his jaw, teeth nibbling at the sensitive spots before her tongue darted out, soothing the bites. "I used to eat men like this." She muttered through a moan, her hips jerking as his fingers reached down to circle her clit. "Let them think they could have a piece of me. Make them beg for it. They were pathetic."

Grabbing her waist, he flipped over, pressing her back into the grass as he hovered over her. She giggled, her hands quick to tangle into his hair. As her head fell back, he leaned down to press wet kisses to where her pulse once was. A soft whine dripped from her lips as she felt herself building closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging and holding him against the crook of her neck. His thrusts began to grow sloppy, sped up, as he neared his own release. Her hips lifted to meet his, rolling against him in her own form of control. A groan vibrated from his throat as his forehead pressed to her shoulder. His breath came out in heavy pants, shuddering slightly every few thrusts. "Feel like you were made for me, dove." He mumbled against her skin.

She moaned, her head falling back against the grass as he pumped in and out of her. "Remmick," she huffed, eyebrows pinched and her mouth agape.

"Aalis," he dug his fingers into her waist, holding her as the two neared their highs. Soft curses spilled from their lips with his final thrusts, their breath mingling in the cool night air. The two fell still in the aftermath of their pleasure, letting it course through their veins and fill every pore. His body collapsed onto hers, her arms wrapping around him in an embrace. She pressed soft kisses to the side of his face, smiling gently as he responded with his own kisses to her collarbone. "Might keep you forever."

With a soft giggle, she let her fingers slide through his hair again, nails scraping along his scalp. His own fingers gripped her waist, drawing small shapes along the skin. "I think we could arrange something of the sort."

[artsy-jandi]

You know what else you could compare his bum to: s'more marshmallows. They are flat square marshmallows made for smores.

@thirstyforlulu

whoever said that they only watched hellsing for the plot knows damn well they’re LYING ‼️

im fucking SMACKING that 😩

[desireangel]

Honey & Venom Masterlist

Vampire!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

summary: In exchange for an escape from his death, the curse upon Aemond had seemed an easy price to pay for an eternal life of strength and power. But when the time comes for his debt to be collected and a mysterious illness sends you to the doorstep of the reclusive and fearsome Lord of Harrenhal's century-old castle, Aemond is faced with the other half of his soul and the agonising realisation that perhaps the cost of his salvation will also become his downfall.

warnings: MDNI - Strictly 18+ ONLY. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Blood, sex and horror. Gore. Heavy smut. This is set centuries after the Dance of Dragons: some deviations from canon. Dark!Aemond. Aemond and Alys are psychos together.

Dividers: @cafekitsune @bernardsbendystraws

▻ prologue ▻ chapter one

[mmiillk]

Won't you die tonight for love?

baby join me in death

No effects Vlad

[esta-elavaris]

“Do you think he’ll propose? It being his final chance to do so?” “I don’t know. He hasn’t hinted at anything like that,” she replied quietly, and closed her eyes before she continued. “Is that a bad sign?” “Depends on whether you want him to make an offer or not,” Faye’s tone remained firmly teasing. Cora’s dark eyes opened, and she regarded her with a glare. “I don’t know if I do,” she then confessed with a sigh, when her sister was visibly unchastised. “The idea…scares me. But I don’t dread it the same way I would if it were another.” It had to happen at sometime, she supposed. With someone. And if it were him? If it were him…coherent thought denied her.  

[Dracula/OC] ~ 2,681 words

[prettybea]

The Private Eye's Bloodhound

Description about the story:

She's a detective and he's a vampire and together they must help each other and fight filled with monsters and murderers.

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Prologue - Reawakened

Description:

In 2007, a 7 year old Phoebe was kidnapped and took to a castle where a ritual commences.

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May 26, 2007

Police were headed to the location where the notorious group called 'The Order' was at.

The Order is one of the most notorious group cults and one of the oldest cults, they were popular in the 70's and early 80's but they were forgotten as time goes on but now they are back and they are considered to be a threat not just in Romania and the USA but also the entire world as well. The Order killed a ton of people and hijacked a channel on the television announcing that they found the reincarnated bride of the Count and plan to reawakened him. And that made them one of the wanted criminals in the list at the FBI.

The Order announced this at the year 2000 but now the time has finally come.

The Order kidnapped a 7 year old girl by the name of Phoebe Murray and was taken by The Order.

"How is she? " A female cult member asked, who is driving the car. There were four people in the car with the child in the middle of the seat. The two cult members, who were at the backseat looked at the child.

"She's still unconscious. " The male cult member answered, looking at the unconscious little Phoebe with her hands and feet were tied together.

"Good. " The female cult member said as she let out a sigh of relief. There main goal is to get this child to the castle with no casualties, it seems that there plans is working.

"What are we going to do with those police that were chasing after us? " The young female cult member, who is at the backseat asked. Referring to the police that were chasing them for a minute but luckily for them they find a shortcut to get away from the police.

"We'll deal with them later. Our main goal is to wake the Count. " The female cult member answered. This has to be perfect and they will not fail.

They have arrived at the castle with other members were already outside of the castle, waiting for there return. They all got out of the car and carry the unconscious body of Phoebe. There are some cult members couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief that there fellow members were back safe and sound.

"We got the kid. " The male cult member said, carrying the child and showing it to them. They were in pure awe upon seeing little Phoebe unconscious.

"Good, take her to the tower now. Shaft is already there, waiting for you. " One of the cult members instructed him. The male cult member nodded his head as he head inside of the castle, the others members were following him to the tower where the ritual is about to begin.

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"Do not worry, Count. You will be resurrected with no casualties. " Shaft said as he placed his hand on the coffin where the Count's body is placed. For 548 years, the Count has been sealed in this coffin after being defeated by three people; A Speaker Magician, A dhampir, and A Belmont, his mortal enemy throughout the Centuries.

The three of them put a spell on the Count that no one will resurrect him, no matter how many attempts, but there is a way to resurrect him, by the blood of his reincarnated wife which this makes task very impossible and that's what the three heroes wanted as they believe it will be difficult and impossible for everyone who is loyal to the Count to do, but that all changes now.

"Shaft. " The male cult member called his name. Shaft turned around and smiled upon seeing the young Phoebe.

"Good, put her over here. " Shaft ordered, pointing at the spot right next to the coffin. The male cult member did what the man told him and placed the young girl carefully. "And gather everyone, we have waited for this for a long time and they deserve to witness this moment. " Shaft ordered and the male cult member nodded his head and left the room, leaving Shaft along with the kid in the room.

Right after the male cult member left the room, Shaft heard a groan coming from behind him. He turned around to find that it was Phoebe, who is slowly coming back to conscious.

Phoebe opened her eyes as she let out a gasp upon seeing that she is not at her home or at her room. She looked around to find candles everywhere and she is laying on the ground, and right next to her is a black coffin.

"Wh-Where am I? " Phoebe asked. Her voice echo. Her eyes then lay on Shaft who is standing right before her with his hands behind his back and a grin in his face. The man's presence simply brought the child a sense of fear as tears began to well up from her eyes due to the fear that she is feeling.

"Wh-Wh-Who are y-you? " Phoebe stammered.

"My name is Shaft, my dear. " Shaft introduces himself to the young girl then he spread his arms wide as if welcoming her. "And this is the castle of the Count. " Shaft said, loudly. Loudly enough to send shivers down her spine.

"The Count? " Phoebe asked. "Who is the Count? "

"The Count is a very powerful being. " Shaft answered her with his hands going back to his back. "And he is your husband. " Shaft added.

"Wh-What? " Phoebe asked. She was so scared and confused as to what Shaft just said to her. "H-Husband? "

"Yes, husband. " Shaft said, walking up towards her. Phoebe backed away but Shaft grabbed her roped hand and drag her back to where she was placed. "In fact, he is right here. " Shaft added. Phoebe looked right next to her to find a black coffin, she look at the coffin and then look at Shaft.

"Wh-What do you want from me? " Phoebe asked.

"My, we wanted your blood of course. " Shaft answered, calmly with a hint of excitement in his voice. "In order to wake him up, we needed a blood coming from his reincarnated wife, which is you. " Shaft explained as he poke Phoebe's nose when he comes to the word 'You'.

"Wh-What's reincarnated? " Phoebe asked.

"Reincarnated means having reborn in another body. " Shaft answered to which Phoebe is still confused and Shaft knows that. "Perhaps, in the future you will understand that word. " Shaft said, patting little Phoebe's head.

Phoebe was going to ask more questions when they heard footsteps approaching. Shaft's grin even more which brought nothing but brought another shivers down to Phoebe's spine.

"Ah, my friends. " Shaft spoke as he turns around to face them with his arms spread out. There are only 20 people who gathered while the others stayed outside and Shaft takes notice of this. "Where are the others? " Shaft asked.

"They stayed outside. " One of the cult members answered.

"They will make sure that the police won't interrupt this very day. " One of the cult member added as well. They all knew that the police are on their way.

"Bless them for sacrificing there lives. " Shaft quietly said. He then look at Phoebe, who is still laying on the floor right next to the coffin.

"My friends, for 548 yesrs since the Count was defeated by the Belmont, the Speaker Magician, and his own son... " Shaft explained to his fellow cult members.

While Shaft is having his speech about how the Count was defeated, Phoebe look around the area. She suddenly felt a sense of familiarity around the area it was as if she's been here before but Phoebe could have sworn that she never visited this place with her family and her brothers but at the same time she was familiar with this place.

Phoebe suddenly felt someone grabbed her by the arm and found out that it was Shaft who grabbed her arm to show herself from the other cult members, Shaft then lifted her up which Phoebe was surprised at the man's incredible strength.

"But now, that will all change by the birth of the reincarnated wife of the Count! " Shaft exclaimed, his voice boomed the entire room follow up with his fellow cult members cheering and clapping. Shaft gestured to his fellow cult members to grab a ritual knife.

Upon seeing the ritual knife made Phoebe very terrified as she began to escape from Shaft's grip but Shaft's grip is very strong and to make it worse some of the cult members were trying to stop her from getting away.

"Let go go of me! " Phoebe shouted as tears began to get out of her eyes.

"Now, now, child, stop squirming. " Shaft calmed her down as he approached her.

"Wh-What a-are y-y-you going t-to do t-to me? " Phoebe sniffed as she was shaking with fear.

"Well, in order to wake up your husband up, we need your blood. " Shaft answered.

"A-Are you g-going to kill m-m-me? "

"Kill you? Of course not, I would never do that. You are the wife of the Count after all. " Shaft answered her second question. He was a bit surprise that she ask him that question, all he needed was her blood and that's all.

Shaft ordered them to open the coffin. When the coffin was opened Phoebe was terrified to what she saw in the coffin. There, it lay a man whose flesh were now replace with bones and his clothes were tattered and destroyed due to age. There were spider webs visible alongside spiders but once they lift the lid of the coffin majority of the spider crawled out of the coffin.

"W-Who is that? " Phoebe asked, looking at the man's decayed corpse makes her sick and the smell coming from the coffin is making it even worse for her.

"That one, child, is your husband. " Shaft answered. Before Phoebe could ask another question, Shaft stabbed both of her palms. The pain automatically made Phoebe screamed in pain and more tears began to get out of her eyes.

When blood began to dripping out, Shaft and the other cult members move her closer to the coffin, specifically at the mouth of the man's corpse. They all watch as the child's blood dripping down to the mouth of the Count and due to the blood lost Phoebe began to lose consciousness.

*BAM*

"FREEZE! " Suddenly, the police came in and barge into the room to find the cult gathered at the coffin.

"I SAID FREEZE! " The police officer said again.

"PUT DOWN THE CHILD! RIGHT NOW! " Another police officer shouted at them but Shaft and the other cult members were preoccupied with what they are doing. The two officers looked at each other and then looked at the cult.

"I said... " The police officer said as he had enough with this show, he drew his gun and pointed at them same goes with the other police officers.

"FREE- "

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"Lisa. "

Phoebe opened her eyes to find herself in a white room. She could hear a beeping noise, she turned to her left to find a machine that was hooked up to her hands. She look at her hands to find them both already bandage.

"Wh-where am I? " Phoebe manage to muster a word. She was about to sat up when she felt a hand all over her like a hug.

"Oh, thank you Lord. Your awake. " It was her mother who hugged her and spoke. She could heard the relief from her voice that her daughter is safe and sound.

"Mommy, what happened? " Phoebe asked and then she looks around the room follow with a question: "Where are we? "

"Your in the hospital, my dear. " Her mother answered her.

"Where's papa? " Phoebe asked.

"He's at work but don't worry he'll come here to check on you. " Her mother answered. Phoebe was confused, so confused as to why she is at the hospital. All she remember was that Shaft stabbed her hands and let her blood drip on the corpse's mouth and...that's all she could remember.

"Mommy, what happened? " Phoebe asked.

"There was an explosion at the castle, the castle where those people took you but luckily a kind man carried you here. " Her mother answered. Phoebe was curious as to who this kind man is and wanted to know him and thank him for saving her life. "Now, you need some rest, my dear. " Her mother said, making her lay down to the bed but before Phoebe could lay down she ask her mother:

"Mommy, I have a question. "

"Ask away, sweetie. "

"What's reincarnated? "

To be continued

Author's Note: First of all this is a Castlevania fanfiction not an original story. I was just inspired by Cybersix, Gargoyles, and other cartoons and tv shows back in the day, that's all. Anyways, thanks for reading my story.

[yakultf4thesoul]

Okay, writers, hear me out…

CountDracula!Ewan I need to read a fanfic like this, Tag me or whatever but please I need it

[black-ak9]

L ✨ Is for the way you look at me...~

Another request done 👑 @scars-wife-31

[art-by-ady]

I crossed oceans of time to find you. Komm, susser tod.

Ultimate reference cross-over! 😅

Astarion & Carmila x Bram Stoker’s Dracula x End of Evangelion

Anyway, sorry it took a while to color this piece coz new ideas kept popping!

[achildsfirstsorrow]

I haven’t been doing any post worthy art recently, so I am going to put this here. Very, very tentatively. Extremely tentatively. More vampire Erik.

Nooo I won’t elaborate.

Also yes that’s the whole thing, only thing cropped is hands because they weren’t drawn well lol - keep yer minds outta the gutter!