The Maid and the Vampire.

The Maid and the Vampire. Part 1

--note: its my first time writting fanfic, this series of short stories is nothing but pure lovingly, sappy lesbians, some smut and just wholesome gay stuff, no angst or any sort of triggering material will be added, just lots of gay panic over vampire mommy! so just enjoy!! :> thanks for reading.--

The flicker of candlelight illuminated the grand halls of Castle Dimitrescu, casting long shadows that danced along the cold, stone walls. You moved silently, careful not to disturb the serenity that seemed to blanket the castle at this hour. Your task for the evening was nearly complete, and you relished the quiet moments when you could steal glances at the portraits of the Lady of the castle—Alcina Dimitrescu.

Her beauty was undeniable, her presence overpowering. Each time you passed by her, your heart raced, your palms grew clammy, and your mind wandered to places it shouldn't. You admired her not just as your employer, but as a woman of elegance, grace, and an allure that left you breathless.

You had seen her only in passing, but even those fleeting moments were enough to set your heart aflutter. The way she moved with such poise, the way her voice commanded attention, and those eyes—those piercing, golden eyes that seemed to see right through you.

Tonight, however, was different. As you reached the end of the hallway, preparing to retire for the night, a voice—smooth as velvet—called your name. You froze, every muscle in your body tightening as you turned to face the source.

Lady Dimitrescu stood in the doorway of a dimly lit room, her tall figure nearly eclipsing the light behind her. Her gaze was fixed on you, an unreadable expression on her face.

"Come here, darling," she purred, her voice sending shivers down your spine. There was no questioning her command; you obeyed instantly, stepping into the room with a heart pounding so loudly you were certain she could hear it.

As the door closed behind you, the room seemed to shrink, the air thick with tension and anticipation. Lady Dimitrescu moved with a grace that seemed impossible for someone of her stature, circling you slowly, her eyes never leaving yours.

"I've noticed you," she began, her tone teasing yet laced with something deeper, something that made your stomach flutter. "Always so diligent, so eager to please."

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "Th-thank you, my Lady," you stammered, not knowing what else to say.

She stopped in front of you, towering over you as her lips curled into a smirk. "You've caught my eye, little one," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned in closer. "And I have a proposition for you."

Your heart skipped a beat as her words hung in the air. A proposition? The way she said it made your mind race with possibilities, each more thrilling—and terrifying—than the last.

"I've been in need of a more... personal attendant," she explained, her hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. The touch was light, but it sent a jolt of electricity through your body. "Someone who can tend to my needs, day and night."

You could hardly breathe as her fingers traced the outline of your jaw, her touch lingering just long enough to make you tremble. The implication in her words was clear, and your mind spun with the enormity of what she was suggesting.

Lady Dimitrescu's smile widened, her lips coming so close to your skin that you could feel the ghost of her breath. "You would enjoy that, wouldn't you, pet?" she whispered, her tone dripping with playful condescension. "Serving me... pleasing me?"

She leaned in, her lips hovering just a breath away from your ear, close enough that you could almost feel their softness against your skin. But she didn't close the distance, leaving you teetering on the edge of anticipation, every nerve in your body alight with yearning.

"I see how you look at me," she continued, her voice low and intimate, as if sharing a secret meant only for the two of you. "Do you think I haven't noticed your longing gazes? The way you blush whenever I pass by?"

Your breath hitched as her words cut through you, the truth in them undeniable. You had tried to be discreet, to hide your feelings behind a mask of professionalism, but clearly, you had failed. And now, standing so close to her, you could feel the weight of her gaze, the amusement and knowing gleam in her eyes.

"Such a sweet little thing," she murmured, her lips brushing ever so slightly against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "So eager to serve... to please. But tell me, darling, are you prepared for what that truly means?"

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, the warmth spreading throughout your body as you struggled to form a coherent response. "I— I would be honored, my Lady," you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lady Dimitrescu chuckled softly, the sound both affectionate and tinged with a hint of wickedness. "Such a good girl," she praised, her hand now trailing down your neck, fingers barely grazing your skin, teasing you with their lightness. "So obedient. But there's more to being my personal maid than just obedience, my dear."

Her lips drifted closer, hovering just over the corner of your mouth, so close that if you dared to move even slightly, you would close the gap between you. But she held you there, on the precipice, teasing you with the promise of what could be.

"You'll be by my side at all times," she continued, her voice a soft purr that resonated deep within you. "Catering to my every whim, every desire. It's a demanding position, but I have no doubt you'll rise to the occasion."

The way she said those last words, the double meaning woven into them, made your heart skip a beat. You could feel your pulse quicken, your skin tingling with anticipation. Her teasing was driving you wild, yet you couldn't help but crave more.

"And in return," she added, her tone softening, becoming almost tender, "I will take care of you. Guide you. Protect you. You'll be mine, in every sense of the word."

The weight of her words settled over you, heavy with the implications of what she was offering. It was more than just a job—she was claiming you, marking you as hers, and the thought sent a thrill through you like nothing you had ever felt before.

Lady Dimitrescu pulled back slightly, enough to meet your eyes once more. The teasing glint in her gaze had softened into something warmer, something almost affectionate. "Do you understand what I'm offering you, darling?"

You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, but your silence seemed to please her. "Good," she purred, her hand cupping your cheek as she smiled down at you, a smile that held a promise of everything that was to come. "Then it's settled. You'll begin your new duties tomorrow."

Her thumb brushed over your lips, lingering there for a moment that felt like an eternity. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the anticipation nearly unbearable as she held you in her thrall, her touch gentle yet commanding.

"And remember, my sweet," she murmured, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned in one last time, her lips hovering just over yours, "I'll be watching you very closely."

With that, she stepped back, leaving you breathless and trembling in the middle of the room. The air around you seemed to cool as she moved away, and you realized just how close you had been to her.

"You may go," she said, her tone dismissive, though the playful lilt in her voice remained. "And get some rest, pet. You'll need it."

You nodded, too flustered to speak, and quickly made your way out of the room. As you stepped into the hallway, the door closing softly behind you, you leaned against the wall, trying to steady your breathing.

The encounter had left you shaken, but also exhilarated. Lady Dimitrescu had noticed you—had chosen you. And tomorrow, you would step into a new role, one that promised to be filled with challenges, excitement, and perhaps something more.

As you made your way back to your quarters, your mind buzzed with thoughts of what the next day would bring. You were no longer just a maid in Castle Dimitrescu—you were hers.