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hi girl~ i hate to bother but is is okay if i can request a yandere isaac or yandere charles either one going berserk? 😂

Oh hello there dear Anons! Admittedly, I was quite surprised by these requests and more so because yandere is not exactly my thing. But(!) I thought I might give it a try and hope I don’t disappoint you both.I went with Charles for this one, Isaac doesn’t strike me as violent or obsessive, but Charlie…oh this boy may look precious but looks can be deceiving they say. Hope you enjoy it and please do read with care, this is one is quite dark towards the end.

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Warnings: slightly explicit language, gore, violence, dark, deathWord Count: 1671

The sun rose to the sky, bright and clear, bathing the cobblestoned streets of Paris with it’s warm and pleasant light. Charles slowly made his way out of the abandoned church he called home and raised his gaze to meet the morning star, replying to it’s warm greeting with a smile. “A perfect day to take a stroll, huh?” he mumbled to himself.It was almost midday by the time he reached the city center and large crowds streamed through the shops, candid excitement brightening their features at the sight of the sunny weather after days of rain and mist.A sigh of dismay escaped his lips, his gaze failing to meet the countenance of the girl with the smiling eyes. He slumped against a wall, his mouth forming an unsatisfied pout cursing his foul luck…until he heard it.Bubbling laughter softly entered his earshot. Remaining hidden in the shadows offered by the high walls of the alley he trained his opalescent eyes on the figure of the girl with the smiling eyes, ordering them to map every delicate detail of her form. How her silken locks reflected the warm rays of the sun, how they caressed her rosy cheeks with tenderness and how the apple of those cheeks rose in delight with every smile she beamed.Oh, how he wished he’d be the one escorting her to town, touching her freely as he’d like and bring a flush of pink upon her cheeks with teasing words and suggestive provocations. He allowed not his eyes to stray from the girl as she strode through the street with her co-worker, patiently waiting for a chance to talk to her in private.And the opportunity did appear not long after. She walked into a shop on her own, telling the butler of the Count’s mansion that she would meet him in a quarter of an hour at the centre of the plaza. Delight by this turn of events Charles slowly and quietly made his way to the entrance of the shop, his mind busy rehearsing the way he’d introduce himself to her.But before he could enter the shop, he stopped dead on his tracks. The girl was being harassed by a brute, his teasing smiles and the look of entitlement on his faces made Charles’s blood boil with anger. His eyes shone with a threatening gleam as they focused on the face of the thug. He strained his ears to listen closely to hear their conservation, only to discover the jerk’s vocabulary consisted only of vulgarity and discourtesy.

He regarded him harshly as he slowly exited the shop still laughing like a mischievous child after playing a prank on someone who couldn’t stand up to a bully. Brows furrowed he turned his gaze back to the girl’s face, the skin around her eyes dusted red, her irises shining with underlying tears as she took deep breaths to regain her composure.He turned on his heel with his mind made up and slowly strode back in the alley, his form swallowed by the familiar dark shadows that harboured creatures like him.

The night obscured the City of Light with her thick blue veil, the night was without the pale light of the moon and an eerie misty cloud swirled in the nocturnal breeze.The man strolled fearlessly in the empty streets, each proud step leading him closer to his destination, a local pub where his friends waited expectedly for him to give them the detail of his new “prey”. A girl he met at the old tobacco shop this morning, a foreign and fine specimen, he said with a smug grin plastered on his face.His footsteps were the only sound in the otherwise silent alley…or so he thought. The silence he believed to be surrounding him was broken by matching footsteps that closed in from behind him.A cold droplet of sweat began to trickled right above his brow as fear slowly creeped under his skin, his consciousness warning him that the creature looming up behind him was no human but a beast of cruel intentionsHe desperately strained the muscles of his legs to move forwards just a little faster, to help him escape the jaws of the evil chasing him like a prey…But his feet failed him.Something sharp penetrated the nape of his neck and a wave of dizziness washed over his body. Before he felt his consciousness fade to darkness he heard a young man’s cheerful voice, his words unclear as his sight blurred and turned dark.

“Where am I?” the man thought aloud as his eyes fluttered open, met with unfamiliar and eerie surroundings. It looks like he was in an abandoned room. He tried to move but to his shock his hands and neck have been restrained. His audible gulp echoed in the seemingly empty room.Slowly he turned his head upwards to take a better look at the device that kept him still. His eyes widen with terror as his gaze fell on the sharp blade of a guillotine, his breath quickened and his muscles jittered nervously. He began to look for a way to escape and unbound himself but was soon interrupted by quiet, almost silent footsteps.“Who are you?! What do you want from me?? Release m-“

“Your head...” the young man cut off his screams.

“Who are you?? Answer me!” he shouted again. He heard the footsteps drawing closer and his vision was soon filled by the lean figure of a young man. He smiled ever so gently at him, but his beautiful opalescent eyes could easily be mistaken for glacier.

“My name is Charles. Charles Henri Sanson”

“Why do you want me dead? What did I do to you? I don’t even know you!” the man kept shouting, much to Charles delight.

“It was high time someone taught you some manners. I’m…quite strict with my punishments some might say. But, oh well, a severed head can’t speak” Charles chuckled.

“Leave me be!! I have done no harm t-“

“Oh have you now?” Charles voice was cold and grave, the sweet smile plastered on his face turning into a lopsided grin, matching in sharpness the inclinatory blade that hang above the man’s neck.“Maybe I need to refresh your memory. Do you not remember how crudely you treated a certain young lady this morning?”. Charles spoke with even and icy tone, lowering himself to look his victim eye to eye.

“I-I-I’ll apologise to her! I never meant her any harm! I swear to God!”

“Liar!”The man shrunk back at the unearthly howl that roar from Charles lungs. His eyes were no long a mass of eyes. They burned with fire like the deepest pits of well, two flaming spheres ready to scorch whomever they beheld.“You planned to kidnap her...And violate her. This is why you couldn’t even hide the skip in your step as you made your way to your friends. You ever dared to lay a finger on her precious skin just this morning. You insufferable bastard!”Charles low growls were only answered by the man’s stuttering as he fumbled to make excuses for himself knowing they’d fall on dead ears. Everything Charles said was true, but how he knew all that he would never come to know.“You won’t kill me! You can’t just kill a man!”. Charles’ eyes widened slightly at the sound of the man’s words. Relief began to bloom inside the man’s chest and was shuttered in thousands of pieces mere moments later by Charles hysterical laughter.

“You incorrigible fool!” he laughs. “I have executed thousands…I took King Louis head with my own hands…and now…I will take yours.”

The man’s head twitched and turned uncomfortably, locked in the guillotine’s lunette unable to escape. Charles pulled the leaver that released the blade, relishing at the subtle sound of the mouton sliding smoothly between the grooves of its wooden frame and the final thud of the blade when it’s destination.

He slowly removed the splatter shield and with practiced movements gripped the man’s head by the hair and raised to the level of his eyes as if to present it to his invisible audience.

A new day began signalled by the rooster’s crow, the young guest of the Count made her way to the kitchen with soft and quiet steps. She kept her mind busy, thinking what breakfast she should prepare for the residents today, so busy indeed that she bumped on the younger Van Gogh brother. She looked up at him, he was reading the daily newspaper.

“I’m so sorry Theo, I didn’t mean to crash on you like that” she mumbled as she bowed apologetically.

“Don’t worry Hondje, I was not paying much attention either” he replied. She looked at him quizzically and turned her gaze to the newspaper in his hands.

“Something serious happened? You seem a little troubled.”

“Indeed. A man of higher standing disappeared last night. His friends said they waited for him all night at the pub. He never showed up, nor did they find him at home. He is just gone without a trace.”

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