Secrets Of The Duke Vampire Miguel

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During a chance encounter with the Duke of Nueva York, you discover he's a Vampire when his compulsion doesn't work on you. What happens when he holds you captive and forces you to marry him in hopes of keeping his century-old secret a secret?

Tags: Beauty and the Beast retelling, Vampire Miguel, arranged marriage, set in the 1800s(hence why he's a Duke), another ff where's he's mean in the beginning. Tags for smut: cunnilingus, 3.1k words

A/N: In honor of the most recent anon ask for Vampire Miguel and Spooky season. Mwah<333

School is kicking my ass help...


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You're resting in the corner of the packed ballroom as you regain your wits. The effects of constant socializing wear on you. Your social battery can only last for so long. As your eyes scan the crowd regretfully you make eye contact with the Duke of Spindelton. He's one to hold a conversation for far too long, unable to pick up on the social cues around him. Quickly you make your way to your nearest exit.

You find yourself being hit with a harsh gust of wind the second you open the doors to the backyard. You're grateful that only the insects are the ones keeping you company you would've been upset to know people are lingering out here. You take a moment to study the beautiful lights and garden with rows of different flowers that you know all too well. Hyacinths, Lilies, Lavender, Roses, and Hiscubis are in rows of 5 they are withering though this garden has definitely seen better-

The sound of nearby rustling reaches your ears. "Who's there?" You speak out into the darkness expecting it to come to a stop but it doesn't if anything it becomes louder. "I won't hesitate to scream if you try something! Show yourself" Nervously you take a step back when a tall man emerges from around the corner. Dressed in all black from head to toe he's dressed to the nines his suit is tailored to perfection as if the material melted onto his body. He does however seem to be off-trend for his suit is at least 3 or 4 seasons ago. For he appears to be of social status so then why is a man like him lurking in the bushes?

"Have I frightened you, my lady?" Even his voice screams wealthy hmm interesting.

"Just a little bit and you are?"

His eyebrows raise. "Do you not know who I am?"

"If I did I wouldn't have asked you to address yourself now would I?" A smirk creeps on his face. "I suppose you are right. I am Miguel O'Hara the Duke of Nueva York"

"The Duke of Nueva York?" A gasp escapes your lips with a man of his status you could be in big trouble if anyone heard the way you were just talking to him. Immediately you curtsy not wanting to disrespect him any further. "My apologies, my lord if I knew who you were I would've never-" He raises his hand signaling you to stop. "It's alright we all need to partake in a little banter now and then. I'll excuse your behavior if you take a walk with me" You stare at his now-extended arm before nodding holding onto him gently.

The two of you walk hand in hand throughout the backyard basking in the moonlight. "Tell me why are you all alone in the gardens? Is my party not to your liking?"

Your face flushes oh how embarrassing it is for the Duke to find you escaping his party. Unable to help it you begin to stammer over your words. "N-No it is lovely I just needed some fresh air" His laugh reaches your ears. "Are you always this easy to rattle?"

"No, I'm just caught off guard that's all"

"Being out here alone in the gardens you need to be on your guard you never know what lurks in the dark" You nod following as he leads you deeper and deeper into the gardens the sounds of his party becoming distant. Does he not want to be there either? You glance from his mansion then at him and as if he could read your thoughts he speaks. "I have no desire to get back so quickly I highly doubt they even notice my absence" The conversation that follows is simple and smooth. There's no awkwardness lingering in the air you're surprised that he's so easy to talk to.

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