Twisted Tales: Vampire Bites By Midnight (Malleus x Reader)

Fang 17: Incompetence Pt. 3

I felt my fogginess and blurred vision subside and managed to catch a glimpse of the place I was held captive:

The room had fancy yellow wallpaper plastered around it with pictures of famous artworks framed on them, as well as a table full of silver plates covered by those fancy metal covers rich kids in movies have when getting a meal delivered.

The table itself was a nice mahogany one with a white cloth stretched over it to keep any food from falling on its wooden surface.

A few lights were on and it was all very well-lit.

I realized I was in the middle of the floor and turned to eye the vampire in front of me:

Lilia Vanrouge was sitting comfortably in a rocking chair and holding a storybook in his arms with the biggest shit-eating grin I had ever seen.

Said grin ever widened at my stare, a fang poking out of the corner of his mouth.

"Nice place, yes?" Lilia's genuine pride weirded me out, almost like he considered this place some kind of 1st place trophy.

I was about to respond until pain wrapped around my body like a blanket and intensifying itself in seconds as my words broke into cries of agony.

My lack of vision returned, though I didn't go unconscious like last time.

It felt like every part of me was twisting itself in knots, like the muscle fibers, bones, and even molecules were tightening and bunching themselves together.

The overwhelming smell of smoke stinging my nostrils didn't help.

It was as if I had been put in the middle of a house fire.

All I could use was my hearing now, and that was being overwhelmed by my own screams.

I did catch a hint of Lilia's and his little minion's laugh.

His sadistic one and the minion's nervous one.

Eventually, the pain stopped and I felt my body break into a fever, panting heavily.

"Study this closely, Julian," I could barely make out his voice through the pounding in my ears, "this is what the resilience of a beastman looks like. Most humans would have either passed out or even died from the shock but this boy took it like no problem!"

He chuckled again before it went silent.

When Lilia spoke again, his voice was menacing and deep, almost like a growl.

" Tell me if you've come alone or not."

The darkness in his voice lightened a little as he continued.

"If so, we can wager on a deal! Maybe a trade, perhaps."

He paused as if deep in thought.

Even though I couldn't see I could sense his eyes on me.

"Maybe...your friend for this girl here–"

"No," I spoke without hesitation, the words barely coming out but audible enough for him to hear.

I couldn't stomach the thought of him getting anywhere near Y/n.

And I wasn't going to give up their life just to save some girl I barely knew, though I wasn't planning on letting them get her either.

The silence grew along with the tension as the numbing pain built itself in my skin before crescendoing into the unbearable twisting knots I suffered from before.

This felt much worse as the pain crawled into my throat, which made screaming impossible.

He might as well have been pulling off my skin and digging his claws into my neck for good measure.

I felt what little vision I had left reddened and wet trails of what I could only guess was my blood flow out of my eyes and nose, though, in the blink of an eye, the pain had left before I could pass out.

Why wasn't this was over already!

The pounding in my ears was near deafening this time, but for some reason, I was able to still hear him.

His tone never wavered from that cold spitefulness.

"Alright then, why don't we try something else? At least tell us if anyone is with you."

Is he serious?

I'm in so much pain, I'm pretty sure a couple of blood vessels broke from him injecting his pheromones into me.

I can barely move!

How the hell does he expect me to answer him?

He let out a sigh before silence came again, and let me tell you the dread for that chance, that possibility of him putting me through his pheromones again was overwhelming.

Embarrassing that I, a proud warrior of the beastman, being reduced to nothing by a vampire who didn't even come up to my chest.

However, instead of the all-consuming pain I was expecting, I was met with his laughter.

That snide, arrogant laughter that I hated so much.

"Silly little wolf-dog," his childlike glee returned as well, "you mean to tell me you didn't bother to inform your supervisors of your little rendezvous?"

Another chuckle.

"You are either quite bold, stupid or maybe both."

A second later I heard the flapping of wings.

His bat familiars.

"Then again," he began, "you can never be too sure, right, Julian?"

"R-right," Julian's timid squeak caught me off guard.

Once my pain started to ebb, I asked him what he was going to do to me.

He simply laughed again.

"Hmm, I wonder?" He paused for a moment. "What should we do, Julian?"

"M-me, sir?" He squeaked.

What the hell was up with this guy?

He was with his superior and had the advantage against a beastman, the vampire's sworn enemy, and yet he was acting like some kid getting caught eating a cookie before dinner?

Not that it really mattered to me.

Lilia's exclamation broke my train of thought.

"I just thought of something fun! Why don't we take him to the human girl?"

Both me and Julian voiced our confusion.

"Don't tell me you aren't excited to see her?" This dwarfed old man had the gall to feign concern, exaggeratedly upturning his brows.

He smiled again, hopping from his seat and holding the large storybook under his arm.

"C'mon! I'm sure she'll be excited to see you!"

He waved his hand towards me excitedly as I felt the hands of Julian go under my arms to pull me up, his scent wafting in my nose as he approached.

I didn't bother to move as he slung me on his shoulder, though I could still smell the fear in his body.

AN: Decided to make these a bit longer since these are flashbacks; hope you like it.