Romania x Reader: Vampiric Suspicions

Vladimir

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Betrayal. It physically hurt to know that your closest friend had let you down in such a way. You frowned at the scene before you for a moment longer; then, spinning on your heel, you fled down the curved stone steps of the castle and bust into the luxurious lounge where your target lay sprawled in one of the plush armchairs.
“Vladimir you traitor!”
A very confused young man looked up from the leather bound novel he had previously been engrossed in. His deep crimson eyes took in your creased brow and tensed shoulders. Sighing, he closed the book, being sure to mark his place before involving himself in what was undoubtedly going to turn into another ridiculous conversation.
“What did I do this time?” He raised an eyebrow as your scowl deepened.
“Don’t feign innocence.”
“I’m not.” He paused, and, realising his answer was apparently unsatisfactory, elaborated. “I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Your bed!”
“My… bed? Is there a problem with my bed?”
“You shouldn’t even have one!” There was another drawn out pause where upon your male companion examined you closely. There was never a dull moment with you, that was certain, but as far as bizarre topics of conversation went this most definitely came out on top.
“I am afraid I don’t follow.” You opened your mouth to explain but were swiftly interrupted. “Hang on, why were you in my room anyway?”
“Because I’ve never seen your room before.”
“And do you not think there may have been a reason for that?”
“Clearly because you were hiding your bed!”
“__________, I hate to ask - especially when presented with the pressing issue of your complete disregard of my privacy - but what is your obsession with my bed?”
“Vlad. Everyone knows that vampires sleep in coffins.”
“Oh for the love of-” He groaned, running his hand through his strawberry-blond locks before rising from the comfortable armchair and approaching you. “For the last time, I am a country. Not a vampire.”
“You are the personification of Romania, aka home of Transylvania, aka the traditional source of vampires.”
“That’s just a-” You pressed your hand firmly to his lips, effectively silencing his protests.
“Are you telling me that you are coincidentally the personification of Romania who does not age and just so happens to possess fangs, pale skin, and stunning attractiveness?”
“While I’m quite flattered that you have finally admitted to my good-looks and charm, I am not a vampire nor will I ever be.”
“But-”
“No buts.” He tilted your chin up with one finger and held your gaze.
“Fine.” You tore away from his grasp, and left the room just as suddenly as you had entered it. Unfortunately for you, the rising flush on your cheeks had not escaped Vladimir’s notice. He chuckled at your hasty retreat.
“Stunning attractiveness huh?”

You meandered through the grand hallways of the castle with no particular route in mind. Vlad consumed your thoughts. He had to be a vampire; there was no other explanation for the increasing rate of your heartbeat when he drew near, or the way his could silence you with only one look from his gorgeous red eyes. No other explanation that you’d be willing to admit to anyway.  Fear and enchantments – both sure signs of his vampiric nature – that was all.
You soon found yourself back at your friend’s bedroom door. Gently pushing against the carved oak, you slipped inside. It was far too normal. Well, as normal as a room could be when it was the master bedroom of an ancient castle. Four large arched windows spanned the wall to your right, each framed with heavy red curtains. On your left stood a number of drawers and an imposing wardrobe, the likes of which you’d expect to discover concealed a gateway to Narnia. In the centre of the back wall, and directly opposite the doorway in which you stood, rested a great four-poster. It was every bit as splendid as the rest of the building, however it was also the cause of your torment.
“Why the hell couldn’t it have been a coffin?” Your question to the empty room was, unsurprisingly, left without an answer. It was a nice bed, it looked plush and extremely comfortable, the issue being that it was yet another hole in your vampire theory. While you made sure to constantly remind Vlad of all the reasons he was a vampire, you may have neglected to mention the reasons that opposed your belief. Not only was he perfectly okay with wandering around in the middle of the day, he seemed completely unaffected by garlic, and he had a reflection. You’d decided not to test the “stake-through-the-heart” thing seeing as that would kill just about anybody and you didn’t actually want your best friend dead. Exasperated, you fell back onto the soft mattress. It really was a nice bed. Too nice in fact, and you soon found yourself drifting off as a familiar scent encompassed you.

A tender caress awoke you, your eyes fluttering open to be greeted by the moonlight that trickled in through the windows. A figure stood at your bedside, his lips curved into a soft smirk as he stared down at you.
“Vlad…” You smiled up at him, still drowsy. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing dragă.” His smirk grew as he continued. “I come up here after finally finishing my book, and who do I find curled up in my bed?”
“Hmm? Sorry… I fell asleep.” You yawned, emphasising your point and causing the man to chuckle.
“Don’t you know how dangerous that is __________? Falling asleep on a vampire’s bed, cloaking it with your sweet scent; anyone would think you want me to bite you.”
You giggled as he knelt beside you on the bed, rubbing one eye with the heel of your hand like a child would.
“So you finally admit it huh?”
“I could hardy conceal it from you when you’re being so very tempting.” Despite the sleep indices haze which blanketed your senses, his words triggered something inside your mind.
“Vlad, are you okay?”
“But of course.” He reached his hand out to you, fingers becoming lost in your silky tresses as he twirled them absentmindedly.
“You’re acting strange.”
“Is that so?” He ran the pad of his thumb over your lips as his hand rested on your cheek momentarily, only to continue its descent to your jaw as he ever so gently tilted your head back. It was then that you noticed his eyes. The crimson of his orbs pooled with a lust which you’d never expected to see from him, especially not directed at you. You watched entranced, as his tongue licked his lips seductively, the light trail of saliva glistening in the pale light.
“Vladamir. S-Stop.”
“You don’t sound too sure about that.” His lips inched closer to yours as your gazes remained locked.
“You’re scaring me.”
“Am I really?” You pushed yourself further into the mattress in an attempt to escape the advancing male who now towered over you. “Are you sure that it’s fear?”
You weren’t. No matter what you kept telling yourself you knew you weren’t afraid of Vlad, and you never would be. Deep down you were well aware that the quickening of your heart wasn’t caused by alarm, nor was the shortening of your breaths. Your retreat relented as did his attack, and the pair of you were frozen in time. For a moment you thought a flash of uncertainty flickered behind his lustful gaze but it disappeared so suddenly you were sure you imagined it. He cradled you against his chest with one arm, and carefully tilted your head back further, to expose the soft flesh of your neck.
“Te doresc, dar nu pentru sânge.” His words were whispered as if one harsh breath would cause you to shatter in his arms. “Te rog, lasă-mă să te iubesc.”
His hot breath fanned out across your skin as his lips pressed compassionately against your collarbone. As he worked his way up your neck, you found yourself biting you bottom lip harshly so as not to break the silence that had fallen over the castle. Slim fingers traced your jaw as crimson eyes slipped closed in contentment. It was only when you felt the grip on your waist tighten that you realised that the man who held you captive was also restraining himself. The discovery proved that perhaps you affected him just as much as he did you, and that knowledge fuelled your next actions.

Bringing your hands up from where they’d lain limply by your sides, you clenched the back of his shirt in one hand as the other busied itself with entwining fine strands of hair around each finger. You felt his ministrations pause as you returned his affections. Forcing yourself to contain the laughter that was bubbling upon your lips, you tilted you head to nip at his ear teasingly.
“What’s the matter Vlad? Big bad vampire can’t handle one woman? Or is it really that hard to control yourself around me?” Receiving no response you tugged his hair roughly, tearing a guttural growl from his throat.
“You have no idea.” With that, his lips were smashed against yours, as he kissed you hungrily. You pulled him closer to you, and your body somehow melded with his perfectly so there was barely room to breathe between the two. Your hands travelled his broad shoulders and toned back, learning how each muscle flexed and rolled beneath his flesh.
He too was in awe of your body. The way it curved in a way only a woman’s body could. He marvelled at how you arched and thrived under his touch. But most of all he loved the sounds you made. The little whimpers and mewls he could cause as his fingertips brushed a sensitive spot or his lips pressed against yours in just the right way. You were his symphony that only he would be allowed to hear. How long had he wanted this? How many times had he allowed his mind to wander when he thought of you? And how many times had he forced himself to rein in those sinful fantasies before getting too carried away? Never had he dared to dream that reality would ever allow him to get so far.
“V-Vlad…” Your moan had been all but swallowed by his own lips but he’d heard it, and the sound drove him insane. As he pulled away he couldn’t help but admire the fact that dishevelled suited you so well; your cheeks were flushed, hair strewn about the pillow, and bruised lips parted as you panted for air.
“You know, printesa mea, if you continue to look at me like that I truly will devour you.”
You laughed at the conflicted expression he wore, enjoying desire he clearly had for you combined with the familiarly sweet Vladimir you had become accustomed to over the years.
“Bite me.”
Whether it was the challenging twinkle in your eyes, or simply the fact that he’d been waiting for you to say those words, the man was unsure, but seconds later his elongated canines were nibbling the tender skin of your neck. Occasionally his tongue would dart out to taste you, and when this became too much he bit down to mark you as his own.

The bright sunlight pierced your eyelids and forced you to awaken. You rolled over and stretched, groaning at the realisation that the space beside you was empty. For a second, you questioned the disappointed sensation in the pit of your stomach before recalling the night’s events. Or rather what you wished the night’s events had been. Dreams could be so cruel. With a sigh you slipped out of Vladimir’s bed and your bare feet padded down the cold stone hallway to the bathroom. Splashing some cool water over your face to wake yourself up, you looked in the mirror and froze. The crook of your neck was adorned with one very large hickey, accompanied by several smaller bites and bruises which were littered across your flesh.
“You are kidding me.” Turning on your heel, you fled out the bathroom only to narrowly avoid a collision with the person you were trying to find.
“Bună dimineața, iubirea mea.”
“Vlad.” Your voice came out as a squeak, suddenly unsure of how to approach your friend. On one hand, he wasn’t an actual vampire and he hadn’t drunk your blood. On the other, you had been involved in an extremely heated make out with your best friend in the dead of night, and he’d left you with several colourful marks to show for it.
“__________.” He arched one eyebrow expectantly.
“I um, that is I didn’t- I’m not exactly sure…” His eyes softened as you struggled for words and he cupped your cheek only causing your blush to intensify.
“I apologise for last night. When I saw you asleep in my bed, I thought only to tease you a little with your vampire theory. I fear I may have taken it too far, Îmi pare rău.” Realising that he was taking your embarrassment the wrong way, you quickly pressed a light kiss to his lips.
“Tu ești vampir meu.” You grinned at his startled expression as you spoke his mother tongue, but soon his surprise turned to joy.
“Si tu esti doamna mea.”