[ LADY K AND THE SICK MAN X READER
In the secluded world of an apartment complex, a reclusive vampire guards her painful past, shrouded in sorrow and isolation. When she forms a deep bond with a ghost woman, their connection begins to fill the void...
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Isolation.
It was what you were inclined toward to keep yourself away from the rest of civilization.
It was what was best.
At least, that was what you thought.
You were an imperilment to the world. The life you lived before this point proved that to you time and time again.
Water dripped from the water spout looming over the steaming water in your bathtub. You had a shower cap snuggly positioned on your head. Your nude body felt warm from the heated water. It was the only thing that reheated your body to trick your brain into believing you were still human. Your arms cocooned around your curled legs and your cheek pressed against the top of your knees.
The window behind you was opened. The afternoon breeze whisked inside your bathroom. You could feel the slight fanning sensation of air gently caressing your skin, provoking goosebumps to ride along your body.
You stared at nothing in particular. Your vision became empty as your mind drifted. You had at least a few more hours until you would eventually prune and wrinkle, as if your true age was beginning to reveal itself.
You wanted to stay and relish in this out-of-this-world feeling. Your eyes drifted shut, a lazy hum drew from the base of your throat, and your mind gradually closed. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ You had seemingly drifted off into a rare calm state of mind.
In the end, you fell into a deep sleep, somehow still curled around yourself. It was as if your body was still on autopilot, sheltering your body away from unknown horrors and anything that meant to harm you while you dozed.
From the darkest corners of your bathroom though, a curious figure emerged. Long inky hair that obscured certain aspects of her ghostly face, and a thin cotton dress. In certain portions of the dress, it was easier to see her skin, such as the slight darkish coral color of her areolas. Some veins were apparent at the top of her breasts, and her plush lips were pursed.
It was almost as if she were pouting.
Her wide eyes stared at you as she crawled further inside the tile bathroom.
She tilted her head, creeping somewhat closer.
Her fingers curled around the edge of the tub. The tips of her fingers declined into the waters, feeling how warm it was with the steam lightly wafting against the skin of her knuckles, and the rear of her palms. Her dark hair pooled around her, and a small groan gurgled from the rear of her throat. Her vocal cords vibrated, but moderately narrowed from being weakened over the years she'd been deceased.
She was met with no response.
The ghoul lowered her head to look at your face. You seemed so at peace. It was the first time she'd seen you come across as unwound. You weren't breathing, you didn't need to unless you were endeavoring to blend into your surroundings. Your plushy lips were parted, a repeated cycle of air passing into your lungs before it was inevitably exhaled. The embrace of your legs was no longer tight, but loose.
She couldn't help but cautiously extend a hand.
Her cool fingers tenderly smoothed over your cheek, just beneath your lower eyelid. The moment something wintry touched your skin, your eyes snapped open, almost like a scene in a horror movie, your round pupils shrank and altered into diminutive slits.
A sudden intake of air—a gasp—pummeled you.
FILES # Brought this story back for a friend! I initially took it down because I rushed everything and got bored soon after.
