~A/N: This chapter took a while to write sorry! I ended up burst writing like three chapters so the next two will come soon! Also cw: sorta smut?~
After your stunning revelation, every interaction with Danny gives you butterflies. It makes you feel so foolish. You could never be anything more to him than food. Despite that thought seared into your head, you catch yourself smiling every time he talks. You blush every time he drinks from you. You laugh at his every cheesy one-liner. You go to bed thinking of him.
Tonight is no different. After hanging up your uniform and changing into your silk nightgown, you settle into your bed. You pull the soft blanket up and over your body and shut your eyes. Your imagination starts to play a romantic scene of you having a picnic with Danny. He's brought a delectable charcuterie board for you and for him- well that's what you're for, but in this things are different. He cares for you. He loves you. He cherishes every moment with you.
You're wearing a delicate periwinkle sundress. He's looking dapper in a white button down, a black vest, and a black tie. Everything looks and feels like a fairytale. Right when you're looking into Danny's eyes is usually where you fall asleep. This time, your daydream plays on. The look in his eyes deepens and your cheeks get hot.
He grips your bare shoulder and slowly pushes you back onto the grassy knoll. Danny hovers over you, a smirk painted on his face and a devilish look in his eye. You can't look away. You feel almost as if you're hypnotized by his vermillion eyes.
His right hand is planted next to you on the ground, while his left index finger traces along your jawline ending at your chin so he can softly lift your head. It feels like a subtle powerplay move, but you're not complaining. His left hand continues to travel south, making you tremble with anticipation. Danny uses it to lift your sundress up and makes his way up your legs to your ruffled panties. He doesn't bother taking them off, but slips his hand inside and feels you're dripping wet for him. He dips one, then two fingers inside of you and repeatedly curls them to hit your sweet spot.
In reality, your own hand follows suit. It seems impossible not to give in. It's like you can feel him inside of you. He's making you feel exhilarated. You're certain his name has escaped your lips while lost in your imagination. You can feel your high approaching and your heartbeat quickens. "Fuck, Danny, you're gonna make me-"
"Sorry to bother you, Y/N, but-"
His voice jolts you out of your fantasy and your eyes shoot open. 'Oh God. Please tell me he didn't hear or see anything...' you plead to the heavens frantically.
"I-I- um sorry I just wanted to ask where you put the bath towels.", he says with a very nervous chuckle.
You sit up and turn to look at the Master. He's holding a candle which illuminates way more of your room than you'd like- in this case especially so.
"Down the hall to the left, it's in the bottom cabinet.", you say still out of breath, trying to hide the panic in your voice. He just responds with a nod and closes your door shut gently.
Your mind can't help but race. 'I can't believe that just happened. What if he heard me say his name? I'm so mortified. I didn't even hear the door open. He probably thinks I'm some creep now. How can I even show my face anymore? Maybe he didn't notice. No, he had to have seen. He looked flustered and that doorway has a full view of my bed. Wonderful. Just wonderful.'
You slam your head back down on the pillow and wipe your face with the back of your sleeve. It feels impossible to sleep at this point but it also feels like it's the only way to get rid of this dreadful embarrassment, so slumber quickly engulfs you.
The next morning, you fear even sitting down for breakfast. You try to lie to yourself that surely he is none the wiser, but it's ineffective. You hope he just forgets. Confronting him about it would be even stranger. Luckily, he usually doesn't join you for breakfast since his meal is in the evening.
Jarvis brings you your favorite breakfast foods and with every bite, your mortifying night fades away. 'Well, things can only go up from here I guess.', you think to yourself. You'd later find out how very wrong that thought was.
Business begins as usual. Life feels very bland when you're on your hands and knees scrubbing a floor, but then you remember how unique your situation is. You're not being a bother to your parents this way. You have free room and board. For fuck's sake, you're living with a sexy vampire- one you're seriously falling for. Plus, you're safe from Arny. That's critical.
That evening, you walk down the halls to meet the Master in the library at 9pm on the dot. You're never late, and usually he isn't either. You sit in his favorite blue velvet chair and wait impatiently.
Then you remember what happened last night and fear your actions and well, Danny seeing said actions, may have changed something between you two.You clack your heels against the hard wood floors as you wait. You're more anxious than you'd like to admit, but the sound is oddly calming to you. Down the hall you can hear faint footsteps, the telltale sign the Master is on his way. You smile and turn to look at the door. The sound stops suddenly, but the grandiose library doors do not budge.
Your smile turns to a frown. 'He's probably just not hungry, right? I mean surely we all have those days, but the timing can't be coincidence. Y/N, you totally weirded him out or something. Why do you screw everything up?' you scold at yourself.
There's no point in playing guessing games, or blaming games for that matter. You're sure to find out soon, there's no way he'd missing a feeding two nights in a row.
You wait another half hour in hopes he returns and settles your nerves. Unfortunately, he never does. You decide it's late enough to return to your room and get to bed. "Everything's going to be okay.", you assure yourself outloud.
Once you've done your nightly routine, minus Danny's feeding, you pull the covers over your chest and shut your eyes. With your eyes closed, your ears seem to hone in on the sound of the howling wind hitting against the window pane.
Not exactly unusual for autumn, so you try to quiet your mind until you suddenly find yourself unable to breathe. Your eyes fly open and your worst fear was staring at you in the face. Arny. This was no nightmare. This was real.
Arny has a cloth against your face stifling any noise you could've made to call for help. He has both of your wrists in his other hand so you try to kick him off of you, but to no avail. You try twisting your wrists out of his grip, but that fails as well. Your head is racing, but you can't breathe and time is running out. Your vision starts to blur, but right before you lose consciousness, he leans in and whispers into your ear.
"This time, you're mine."
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Bloodthirsty- A Dannyphantom.exe (Discontinued) story!
ParanormalAfter a nasty storm veers you off your path, you meet a handsome gentleman in a mysterious manor. Not all is what it seems, what is he hiding? Find out in my first ever fanfic, Bloodthirsty.