[ 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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The ghost of a woman who affrighted the transient tenants in the apartment beside yours.
They were transient because they feared her. She would seemingly appear from that closet, the door creaking open, and they would all go screaming for the hills. The apartment had been vacant for some time now. You were thankful for that, you no longer had to heed the twangs of them fucking like rabbits and squawking louder than animals in heat. Or a couple arguing because they can't seem to properly communicate with one another about managing their money. Or because their relationship is beginning to granulate because the trust is dwindling by a flimsy thread.
There was momentarily peace and quiet.
However—with no one to pester in the vacant apartment, she discovered you next door.
She first encountered you when you were in a hunger craze. She watched you rip open fresh packets of raw meat, blood oozing from some of the empty parcels. Your bloodied hands were smeared with red, with the uncooked meat squished between your fingers from how strained your grip was. Seeing her phase through your apartment, and not in your right state of mind, you bared your teeth at the woman.
Hissing with a guttural growl searing through you, you ordered her to leave you alone.
That first meeting was enough to frighten her back into the apartment.
At least for a while.
Two to three days, give or take.
She would watch you for periods of time. Often, she would flinch when you hissed at her, or throw something to get her to quit, but she suddenly became persistent.
And somehow—you two ended up here:
Her form curls closer to your form in the daytime, while you're sleeping. She would watch you feed occasionally, from raw meat parcels from the grocery store and birds that were brave enough to perch on your window sill. Or along the slim branches of the tree that was rooted near your additional window.
She would nestle her head against your back, or her favorite position, you lr bosom. She would press her face in the softness of your breast. Her cheek would smush against supple skin, and taking in an inhale, she could smell your natural scent. It was a mix of iron, comparable to blood, your preferred soap, and an earthy undertone. Though you were just as cold as she was, being close was comfortable enough for her to rest against you.
Though she couldn't speak, only being able to communicate through soft grunts and growls, she learned about your personality while resting with you. It was an ability she didn't comprehend that she contained. She would rest her head against the crook of her neck, and if her mind drifted while still in contact with you, she could see your thoughts. Or to be detailed, she could oversee your dreams.
One dream that seemed to connect the dots for her was the one she experienced the other night. You'd been having a nightmare.
She noticed that it held heavy significance for you because of the way you reacted. Both in this horrendous dream and when you woke up.
