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

Fang 43: Fighting Oneself

Third person's POV:

While Ace and Deuce were enjoying a bit of food from the food bar, Jack went to the darkest part of the hallway and took out his mirror.

"Contact Riddle Rosehearts," as he asked the mirror's glass surface clouded for a moment until the image of a slightly older Riddle appeared, his long red hair in a neat bun as he donned fancy red and white policeman's attire, his policeman's cap donning the Queendom of Roses' emblem, a chess piece covered in roses and thorns.

Riddle's initial surprise from being suddenly called switched to annoyance at the realization at who it was.

"Jack, you know at this hour the Rosethorn sector is ridiculously busy at this time! What do you want?"

"Eh, sorry Chief," he began apologetically, "I called because I wanted to see if you got in touch with Trey and them."

"No I haven't. Why are you asking this?"

"I was hoping you'd keep an eye on one of them for me, specifically Cater."

"Why Cater?"

"He's...suspicious..."

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Your POV:

You woke up in your room, which wasn't a surprise to you.

You had a feeling you'd be back here sooner or later.

You'd have to thank Silver when you got the chance, as his involvement meant you were alive to see another day.

Not only him but also Adel, who came to check on you despite just meeting you--it almost took you by surprise.

A lot has happened to you over the course of these few weeks, yet gaining friends definitely weren't a part of your plan.

You were convinced that would've been a naive hope.

Once you were better you knew you'd have to see if Silver and Adel could come with you to check on Grim.

Oh right...

You remembered your proposal to Malleus when he came to visit you.

You shut your eyes at the thought of his name as if his memory stung you.

You placed your hand onto your stomach as images of his face morphed and faded from your mind, each of them holding an unexpected tenderness.

The voices of reason and emotion faught with one another deciding if whether or not his expressions were an act or moments of genuineness.

He's merely putting on a front to get you to stay! One would bicker.

But why would he look so distraught if that were the case? Argued the other, you were both alone in the room, it made no sense to keep up a front while you were alone.

Your inner thoughts bickered back and forth until you couldn't stand it and forced yourself out of bed.

The moment you did however, the room felt as if it was wobbling out of control.

Your legs turned to noodles and you found your room spin as the floor came closer and closer to you-

Before you could hit the floor, a pair of arms took you from behind and pulled you back up.

Silver's bemusement was written all over his face, his frown deeper than usual as he sat you down on your bed.

"What were you trying to do?" He asked, his voice even despite his expression.

You blinked, looking around the room as your vision steadied, hoping to find an answer in its walls.

"I dunno," you admitted.

He simply shook his head as he helped you get back in bed.

"You need to rest. Whatever you're trying to do can be done once you've regained your strength."

You opened your mouth to ask him something but thought against it.

"Yes," was all you said.

He caught on to you reaction.

"What was it you wanted to ask me?"

After a pause, you asked if Malleus saw about Grim like he promised.

"Lord Malleus is attending a few meetings with the other clan leaders, thus he's asked if I can look after your familiar in his steed."

You brightened, the worry in your stomach lessening.

"Thank you, Silver."

Silver's face softened at the thanks for a second as he nodded.

"Think maybe I and Adel could tag along with you? When I get better I mean."

"Yes, when you get better. Until then, get some-"

He realized you mentioned another name.

"The servant girl?"

"Well, yes, she was in the cross fire of that incident and I was hopeful if she saw Grim was better she wouldn't beat herself up so much."

"...."

His lack of response prompted you to call out to him.

"Silver?"

"I don't think that'll be a good idea. I'll call for breakfast."

Before you could ask what he could have meant, he disappeared and left.

You were once again left to your own devices.

Great.

You looked at the skin on you body out of curiosity; after all, it had been a minute since you've checked yourself.

Though the pigmentation was still off color, the veins were gone and any bruises you sustained from Sebek's attack had cleared.

Despite the tingling sensation in your legs, you felt good.

Was that normal? You wondered.

What had happened to you wasn't like those trio of vampire women; he was prepared to rip apart your skin with his lightning.

Yet your skin wasn't charred or even showing any signs of scarring.

Maybe that was due to you being a Child of Eden?

You didn't want to dwell on that too much so you turned to fiddle with the pillow next to you, running your fingers along it's patterns.

You should just do what Silver said and try to get better.