Deadly Thirst (Kylo Ren X Reader)

Blood Drawn

- Chapter one

  First Person POV

You walked through the nightly dimmed streets of the 17th century. The streets were quiet and no one ever came out here due to the feared legand of blood sucking demons from the coldest reaches of hell, as meny missing cases of people going missing to the so called fate.

Your POV

I didin't of course beleive in this rumar at all. I knew that the small town was still shaken up from the kings first child being miscarried. It was practically suicide for someone to try something as stupid as that, as the king would have the traitors head. King Hux would settle with no less then that.

The night was cold and I just tryed to get home after I spend my whole after noon traveling to this side of town just so I could pick up some supplys like some fine wine and other things like food.

Not a soul was outside at this time and everyone had their windows shut and not a sound was made. This seemed sadening for a place like Great Britten. The wind picked up behind me and I held onto my cloak a bit tighter and I picked up my pace.  I had to make a turn for the ally way closest to my home, as my heart ran cold. I would hear the occasional sound of foot steps behind me and I just though that I was paranoid and I shrugged it off as if it was nothing. Something across my chest started to burn and ache as I fell to the ground and I felt a stream on agonsising pain shoot down my body. Everything I had with me broke on the ground and wine spilt everywere. Instantly I knew that I have been slashed across the chest and I was bleeding fast. I gripped it the best I could and I man with glowing red eyes stould only a few feet away from me. When I fell my (H,L) hair fell out from the cloak and it fell straight off and it reviled my beautiful black corset dress.

I could hardly see anything beside from these intense eyes stairing baxm at me and my breath quickened. "-Please sir-" You tried to scream out but you only realized that a second later he was holding onto a different looking sword that was covered in... Oh wait no that can't be right... Blood? It was literally dripping all over the streets. The sound of it hitting the concrete floor hummed you to sleep before you passed out from blood loss.

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Third Person POV

Several hours later you woke up in a rich looking room and your body hurt more than anything you have ever had to face. You quickly saw that you had a scar across your chest that went up almost to your neck and to the end of your stomach. You were lucky to be alive and you still had no idea were the hell you were in the first place. Next to you your vision slowly came back and you saw several paintings of beautiful dark scenery, with several art peices all over the place. The one that cought your eye the most was a woman with black hair facing away from you playing the violin infront of the moonlight. Your head snapped up when the same man came into your room and stould at the end of your bed, "What happend to-" You tried to speak form what seemed for several hours.

"Please miss, you have nothing to worry about. I dressed your wounds myself and you have my premision to stay here for as long as you need to recover." He had long dark black hair and his face was paler than snow. His eyes were dark and In control while they didin't leave yours.

"What happend on the street? What-?" You sat up and winced in pain and fell back down. 

"You had an acident when I found you like this. I took it upon me to take care of you for the time being. For now when you are feeling up it you can go anywere you want." It didin't make any sence why some random guy cared so dearly about you. Something wasin't right. You didin't like the cold aroma from just being a few feet away from him. His eyea were dark and almost lifeles, as his skin seemed cold fom just being a few feet away.

"Thank you." You thought to yourself, if this guy is to take care of me this long I should at least know who he is. "What can I adress@ you by?" You asked softly.

"Kylo, my name is Kylo Ren," His voice was harsh and ruff, but yet you never heard somthing like that before.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm (Y,F,N)," He stould almost formally and quiet like a gentleman. You still didin't know weather you can trust him or not. But one thing was clear, he was already obsessed with you.