Anemia (Vampire!Law x Reader)

Five

"Are you sure you're alright?"

You nodded, waving a hand at Marguerite and giving her a tired smile. "Yes, I just didn't sleep well-"

The carriage jerked and bounced, causing you to almost fall forward to the floor. Your attendant didn't even look the least bit ruffled, merely helped you back into the seat.

"We can go back to the castle..."

Your skin crawled and the hairs on the back of your neck rose at the mention of your home. You quickly looked out the vehicle's window to watch the snowy landscape pass by, you also saw your reflection in the glass; a tired face stared back at you, the girl's eyes fatigued and dark against her sickly pale skin. You frowned and resisted the urge to reach up to touch your cheek, wondering if it was really you in the window.

"No, I think I've grown a bit stir crazy." You heard Marguerite shift next to you, but she didn't speak, the air in the carriage feeling a little tense and awkward. It stayed like this for a long while, just you staring out the carriage while your maid would look at you every few minutes with an unreadable expression.

Despite this silence, you started to feel a bit more relaxed and after a while your shoulders grew less tense and your hands finally unclenched themselves from your lap. It was like the further away you got from the castle, the less it's affects had on you. The air wasn't thick with cold air that whispered in your ears or chilled your bones until they felt like fragile glass, ready to shatter at the slightest tap. There was no possibility of a roof crumbling on top of you and burying you into alive until all the oxygen was ripped from you. No goosebumps to crawl up your arms whenever you entered a one of the eerie chambers. There were no strange rooms that would change in temperature and make you feel ready to pass out, or monstrous screams to chase you down halls. No men to fall and die.

There was no jar.

Yes, it was just you and the mountain landscape. It was quite beautiful and it distracted you from your dream last night. The land spread around you was covered in pure white, the hills sparse with trees, but held just enough to be home to deer and other mountain creatures. Everything looked so bright and beautiful compared to the dream's dark and cold atmosphere, stars sparkling the night sky a thousand times the amount of trees that covered this mountain. The mirror had been glinting with moonlight and looked ominous while the room hummed with silence. You were alone, yet being watched...

You tried to push the images from your head, but your mind wandered further...Further and further until you remembered the gentle stroke over your hair, much like a large hand tugging it's spindly fingers through your soft locks. Then it was you staring around and feeling a creeping fear grow and grow and grow. Your chest grew tight, eyes blinking as you stared at the passing snow. But you weren't really looking, now you were thinking about an arm snaking around your middle and pulling you into a hard chest while a stranger gripped your chest with sharp, knife-like fingers. He whispered cold words into your ear, called you a liar, demanded his heart...

Something black caught your eye, jerking you from your thoughts. You moved closer to the window and looked back, trying to find what had pulled you from your nightmare. But you saw nothing, just pure white snow and dead trees that had grown impossibly tall on this horrible mountain.