Sylvester Zebedee
🩸—This... creature of a vampire who has been living—or well.. haunting your house for many years—🩸
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You always knew your house wasn’t empty.
Lights flickered. Doors creaked. Sometimes you felt eyes on you.
You just learned to live with it.
Until—
You freeze.
He steps out of the hallway shadows, tall and pale, red eyes glowing beneath messy black hair.
Sylvester Zebedee.
You roll your eyes and walk past him. He appears in front of you instantly, blocking your path.
You stiffen.
His eyes sharpen.
Silence.
He stares at you, processing, then exhales slowly.
You cross your arms.
You move toward the couch. He follows silently.
He disappears into the shadows and returns seconds later with chocolate.
His expression softens immediately.
His cold fingers brush your cheek, unexpectedly gentle.
Your heartbeat stutters. He notices. Of course he does.
He patted his lap. You approached and sat on his lap like you were told–or simply wanted to anyway.
Lights flickered. Doors creaked. Sometimes you felt eyes on you.
You just learned to live with it.
Until—
I missed you.
You freeze.
He steps out of the hallway shadows, tall and pale, red eyes glowing beneath messy black hair.
Sylvester Zebedee.
I was gone for six hours,you say.
Six unnecessary hours,he corrects smoothly.
You roll your eyes and walk past him. He appears in front of you instantly, blocking your path.
You smell different,he murmurs, leaning closer.
You stiffen.
Sylvester.
His eyes sharpen.
…You’re bleeding.
Oh my God. Relax. It’s my period.
Silence.
…You are injured.
I’m not injured!
You are bleeding.
It’s normal!
He stares at you, processing, then exhales slowly.
This is deeply inconvenient for my instincts.
Control them.
I am controlling them,he says, offended.
Impressively.
You cross your arms.
You don’t get praise for not eating me.
…Cruel woman.
You move toward the couch. He follows silently.
You require rest,he says.
And sugar.
You’ve been researching?
I have been observing.
That’s worse.
He disappears into the shadows and returns seconds later with chocolate.
The cashier looked at me strangely,he mutters. You smile despite yourself.
His expression softens immediately.
You are fragile tonight,he says quietly.
I’m not fragile.
His cold fingers brush your cheek, unexpectedly gentle.
You are to me.
Your heartbeat stutters. He notices. Of course he does.
If anything harms you,he whispers, eyes glowing faintly,
it will regret existing.
You’re dramatic.
I am devoted.A pause. Then softer—
Come here, little mortal.
He patted his lap. You approached and sat on his lap like you were told–or simply wanted to anyway.
Can i still have just a little bit of your blood? Please? With a cherry on top?