ptv oneshots

my dracula lover-2

I love reading and writing fantasy. This is me experimenting with my favourite genre.

Warning: 15+

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"Meghna!" A kid called after her as she ran towards the well hiding behind it, she peeked through but couldn't find him, 'Where did he go?' She wondered holding the edge of the well and that's when she felt arms around her and she screamed in fright almost falling into the well. But a hand held her and pulled her. A young boy stood infront of her, his eyes filled with worry as he looked onto her. His eyes were black but there was a hint of honey coloured outline in the Sun.

He looked innocent, a boy who could be in fifth grade, "Mai gir jaati toh?"

She found herseld questioning, her cheeks puffing, the young boy quickly apologised, "Sorry... agli baar nhi daraunga".

But the young girl wasn't up for his apologies, "Humesha yahi boltey ho, mai nhi khelungi tumhare saath abse", she declared and started walking away.

"Meghn-", the voice distorted and now it was of an adult she turned around to face a monster, a man with sharp black eyes, moustache painted red with blood and those pointy bloody teeth greeted her.

"Meghna you are mine in this life..."

She woke up with a start, it was still dark outside, Kavya who was on her laptop asked, "Kya hua phirse woh dracula aaya?"

Meerab didn't bother to answer as she went to the balcony to get some fresh air as she heard Kavya murmer under her breath, "Teen bajey baal kholkar ghumegi toh kya prince Harry aayega sapne".

She couldn't help but laugh calming herself, she hummed under her breath, feeling the gentle wind of the dawn caress her face, she felt alive.

She had been getting these dreams since she was twelve, everytime it ended differently. When she was younger her mother was convinced it was because of Twilight and TVD, but she didn't know Meerab had gained interest in those creatures because of her nightmares.

That day Meerab entered the lab with a sense of excitement, Fardeen Ahmed was the world's most renowned scientist to work with and the subject today was the most popular one. How many stories could she squeeze out of this one? She wondered with a smile.

Fardeen Ahmed was a tall man, with a broody personality he glanced over her and chuckled, "One more female assistant...".

She stopped, "Were you expecting a male ?" The question left her mouth. He shook his head with a sigh, "I just hoped for one...".

Ouch.

It bruised her ego, her excitement vanished as she realised this man was sexist.

"Why may I ask sir?"

He gave her side eye, "The female ones are interested in the subject more than the research".

"I am not like that sir", she answered back and he shrugged, "Let's hope so..."

She followed Fardeen to a secluded corner of the lab, where a metal table was covered with a white sheet. Fardeen lifted the sheet, and Meerab held in a gasp.

He looked pale and smooth, like a marble statue. His black hair contrasted with his white skin, framing his sharp features. His chest was bare, revealing a large wound on his heart. A tube was inserted into his neck, connected to a machine that monitored his vital signs. He was the epitome of a traditionalist vampire – aristocratic, charming, yet menacing. He had a glacial demeanor, unfriendly and aloof. He was a savage predator, brutal and bloodthirsty. He was a romantic enigma, brooding and mysterious. He was everything a woman could feare and desire