RoBul Oneshots

A Lovely Curse

A/N -
Trigger warning, you may want to skip this chapter if you have those sorts of problems. Sorry for all the fantasy AU's but that's what I'm best at writing. Thanks!
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Vlad's PoV -

It was freezing outside, I pulled my all too light weight jacket closer around me. I needed to find a place to stay to get out of the chilling winter wind. I continued walking along the dirt path. It was nighttime now making it more difficult to seek shelter. I had to travel at night to avoid the cops. Ever since I was young I relied on my own abilities and anything I could steal to survive. I didn't have the comforts and protection of a single place to live. I was always on the run to avoid getting caught.

     My last shelter, the attic of someone's barn, had been sacked by the police. I barely escaped, I wouldn't have if it wasn't for a few old boards snapping under one of the cops weight.  After the distraction I ran past the struggling man and made my exit. I kept running till I was far away and when I was sure they didn't follow me. I thought of what it would be like to spend the night in jail. No doubt I would be warmer and better fed but my freedom would be taken away. That's what kept me pushing forward.

     Finally, I came across a promising hide out. It looked to be a long since abandoned house. The shutters hung off the window, the roof sagged slightly, the door closed and opened in the chilling wind. The whole place was decomposing and it was perfect. It called to me.

     I creeped up the sagging wood stairs till I reached the door. I cracked the door slightly, looking inside, I didn't see anyone so I let myself in. It was dark except for the small amount of the moon's light let in by the dusty windows. I didn't know what lay ahead so I decided to sleep by the window that night. At least it was warmer in here. I snuggled into a comfortable position and soon fell asleep.

I woke up later that night to a dim blue light but I was groggy from lack of sleep and soon passed out again.

That morning I discovered a warm blanket wrapped around me and a pillow under my head. I sat up surprised and a little frightened. I didn't fall asleep with these items. Was this place safe after all? I stood up, maybe it would be a good idea to explore this place to find out. I wrapped the blanket around me. I was still cold.

I wondered into what seemed to be the kitchen and found a warm bowl of oatmeal and hot coffee on the table. There was a lit fire in the hearth warming the room. I looked around but found no one there. I sat down at the table. Nervously I smelt the oats before I tasted it. It didn't smell poisoned so I tried it. I was starving and hungrily I scarfed down the food and coffee. I continued my exploring afterwards. There didn't seem to be anyone else in the house. This was weird.

I went back to the living room. It was warm now. Apparently someone had lit a fire in the fire place. I was freaking out. If I didn't do any of this then who had. I was certainly all alone. I looked around paranoid. No one. I sat on the couch and cuddled under the blanket.

I must have drifted off. A loud gunshot brought me back to my senses. I yelped but didn't see the source of the shot. It seemed to be coming from the basement. I didn't know there was one. I ran down the hall looking for the door to the basement when the door found me.

A board broke under my weight exposing a handle. Somehow it called to me. I pulled open a few boards only to find a hidden door. I opened it with caution looking inside before I did so. Darkness greeted me. All except for a familiar faint blue light. I ran and lit a candle that I had seen in the kitchen.

I went back to the door, the light was gone. I hurried down the stairs till I reached the bottom. I felt vulnerable like I was doing something bad and I wanted to get back upstairs to the warmth and the light, the safety. Yet, amidst my fear, somehow I knew I was meant to be here.