𝑴𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 ♫︎ (𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞)𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝑭.

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You woke up in an empty bed. You got up and brushed your teeth and hair before heading downstairs. To your surprise, you couldn't find Pieck. Walking around, you called her name, hoping she would respond. You stopped at her office door, and it was slightly open. Pushing it open more, you found her sitting and working.

"Pieck?"

"Yes, Y/n?"

"What're you doing?"

"Writing down my thoughts. I'm done now though, is there something you need?"

"I was wondering if we could go out for lunch?"

"Sure, I'll let you get dressed, and then we'll leave."

You decided on eating at a small diner. Sitting across from each other, you decided you would question her now.

"So, Pieck. How come you have so many clothes that are from different and older-looking eras?"

"I bought them as any other person would?"

"Online, right? I mean, no company makes those types of clothes now." 

"Sure. Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering. Do you like older eras in general? You know, since you know so much about every era."

"I suppose you could say that, yes. These questions are quite out of the blue."

"I was just thinking about it while trying to sleep last night. By the way, I didn't know you were a fan of collecting pocket-watches and wristwatches."

"A habit, I suppose."

"Did they cost a lot, seeing as how old they all are?"

"No, not at all, a good price compared to today."

"So you bought them online for cheap?"

Suddenly, she stopped, staring at you, searching your face. So thoroughly, it began to make you feel uncomfortable. You knew what she was doing, searching your face to see what exactly your intentions were. Clearing her throat, she spoke again.

"If there's something you would like to know, then just ask already."

"Nothing. I'm just generally curious."

Your food was set in front of you, and the two of you ate without uttering another word. Once you both finished, you stood up and set your napkin down. Walking over to her, you leaned down near her ear, a hand on her shoulder as you eyed her from the side. Those red-grey eyes searched your face.

"I know who and what you are, Miss Finger."

Standing up straight, you walked out of the diner and walked to her car. But, before you could make it yourself, you felt a hand grab you and put you in the back seat. Rubbing your head, you sat up and saw Pieck staring at the car and driving away from the diner.

"Pieck! There was no reason to manhandle me!"

"Shut the fuck up."

You were startled by her tone, her voice was deep and filled with venom. You sat there quietly, waiting until you reached a stop. She grabbed you once more and led you into her house, closing and locking the door. You both took your shoes off as she threw her coat off. Before you could do anything, she cornered you against a wall.

"What exactly did you mean when you said that?"

"You're the woman I've been researching. You're Pieck Finger, the woman who has been seen for centuries. You, are a vampire."