Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Roux x Dracula (OOS)

Requested by pyr8chic!

The blazing cold wind outside couldn't compare to the warmth inside the cabin.

Roux and I had decided to take a trip to Europe for two weeks, and so far, it wasn't disappointing.

     Until yesterday, a week into the trip, a snowstorm had hit, leaving us virtually trapped inside the cabin.

     "Y/N, don't worry, it'll pass soon. Besides, we're leaving on Sunday morning." Roux reassured me.

      My shoulders slumped. The scenery was amazing, the food delicious, but now it was cut short.
   
       Because of a snow storm.

       "I'm sorry, Roux. I know you probably don't want me to be like this." I sighed, giving him a small smile.

        He grinned tenderly. "Y/N, it's reasonable. But we have each other, okay?"

        The fireplace lit his face and hair, neatly pulled back in a ponytail. His tan shirt made his skin practically glow, and his silver rings glinted from the fire.

          I nodded, briefly closing my eyes. He was right, we had everything we needed here for now, and each other.

          Even though he could be annoying.

          Like playing his guitar when I'm trying to nap.

          I laid my head on his shoulder, as we sat on the leather couch together. The walls were dark mahogany, so the entire cabin was dark, no matter if the lights were on.

          Sometimes it unsettled me at night if I needed a drink of water.

          The fact that there could be something in the darkness-

          Tap, tap, tap!

         Roux and I turned to the door. "Did you hear that?" Roux questioned.

         "Yes," I stated, "That's weird."

          With the stealth of a cat, Roux got off the couch, and approached the door. It had a peephole, surrounded by the same dark mahogany wood.

          "Wait." He whispered.

          It seemed like forever until three more knocks sounded.

          It was freezing outside, nearly -35° Celsius (-31°F), who in their right mind would be outside right now?

          The hairs on my neck started to bristle. "Roux, I don't like this. I think we should leave it alone."

          He nodded, his jaw clenched. He was as uneasy as I was.

          We were both alone. In a popular area for tourists, in a cabin, but it was likely that everyone else nearby was in the same predicament- practically trapped inside because of the cold.

           He peered at the peephole before turning to me, his face ashen. "It's an old man. He's injured."

           "I can hear you talking!" A voice boomed from outside, making me start.

          "Could you please let me inside? It's very cold, and I'm not well equipped. I just got stabbed!"

          He gestured for me to come closer. "Look," he whispered, "Look at him."

          I did as told, and indeed, there was an old man, about 5'5'', in a frumpy jacket and pants, and work boots on his feet, like the kind construction workers wear. His right arm was covered in blood, some of it dripping onto the snow.

          "Y/N, we can't leave him out there like that." His eyes were scared, I could see that he was nervous.

         And Roux rarely gets nervous.

         Which means he definitely had a bad feeling, just like I did.

        "I'm sorry, just give us a second!" I spoke loudly.

        Silence.

        Grabbing Roux's arm, I hissed, "He's bleeding! He'll bleed out, and there's no hospital nearby for at least an hour in this weather."

     "Y/N, hear me out. I don't like this. I don't think we should; I have a bad feeling with this one." Roux pursed his lips.

      "An old man is stabbed and he's asking for shelter?" My whisper had the intensity of a scream.

       "He is the only elderly person in this area. Have you noticed that this site here, all the workers are teenagers to middle aged adults? Not one of them is an elderly person." Roux tried to reason. "Why would he be here?"

          Racking my brain, I tried to find some reason in his logic, but for some reason, it wasn't happening. The man was badly injured, the least we could do is bandage him.

           "So we'll leave him to die?"

           Roux's face fell at that. "Y/N-"

          I swear, the cabin fever was making him go crazy.

         "We're just gonna patch him up, and I'll send him out in the morning." I declared.

        Marching to the door, Roux and I fought to get at it. He was trying to close it, while I was trying to budge it open.

         "Y/N, you don't get it. He lived a long life-" he huffed, straining against me trying to open the door, "We'll direct him somewhere else. I don't trust him."

          "What happened to the caring man I met?" I grunted, "He just needs our help, and he'll be on his way!"

           "You two sure are amusing," the old man laughed, "But let me help you. I'll decide."

           I froze, effectively letting Roux close the door. "How did he hear us if we didn't yell?"

           BOOM!

           The next thing I knew, I was on my side, winded, Roux a few feet away, slumped against the wall, his head bowed.

        Outside, the winter air gushed in, setting off goosebumps on my skin.

           My head was spinning, and there was a ringing in my ears. A trickle of red ran down the side of my head.

         What the hell had happened?

           A chunk of wood laid next to my head, the edges splintering.

          But nothing could compare to the low, ominous sound of boots on the hardwood.

         "It seems that didn't work, the helpless act," a voice crooned. Thick, with a roll on the R's.

          A man, about six feet, wearing a black monochrome button up shirt and dress pants, paired with black shiny boots, stood over us. His hair was slicked back, and his eyes- his eyes were lit with a sinister glow.

           His pale face stood out like a beacon as he glanced at me, his teeth white.

     Were those fangs in his mouth?

"But don't worry," he knelt down to my neck, making me whimper, "I'll make it quick for you two."

*I didn't even proofread or edit this much, it's 12:14 AM currently