Refuge (Vampire!Levi x F!Reader)

Chapter 2

The steady stream of moonlight that filtered in through your curtains was the only thing that lit up your room. The candle beside your bed had burnt out ages ago, leaving a pool of wax in the candle holder.

It was a cool summer's night. Temperatures had been warmer than recent years so you had your door propped open so that fresh air could move in and out. It didn't really work, the air was still and you were still warm. Sighing in annoyance, you shifted the covers around and stuck your feet out from under them. A few month ago you would have been tucked away in bed with a heating pan to keep your feet warm - the weather had changed so suddenly.

You stared up at your ceiling.

Staring did nothing to make you tired, it only let your thoughts wander. Were your parents finding it as difficult to go to sleep as you were? You doubted it, your father was always working hard so he was already tired - he would be fast asleep. Your mother usually tended to the horses while occasionally taking them out for rides. You liked the horses, but they weren't your favourite, you preferred staying inside and playing the piano - it didn't tire you out much.

Your father had been stressed recently, it wasn't that hard to realise that something was bothering him. From your visits to the town with your mother, you had heard the gossip of some sort of killer on the loose. You had sent a worried glance towards your mother after hearing people talk about it but she brushed it off, saying that it was silly talk among the people. But if your father was worried about it...

Something wasn't right.

You grabbed the corner of the covers and pulled them back. You led there for a few seconds before you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, setting your feet down on the soft carpet. As you stood up, the material of your nightgown tickled the back of your legs. Padding across the floor to the door, you slipped on some soft slippers and rested  your hand on the door handle. Your door was usually the loudest in the house because of the creaks it made, you just hoped it stayed quiet for now.

Pulling the door open, you scrunched up your face and waited for a noise, nothing came. It stayed silent! You grinned to yourself as you slipped out of your room, pulling the door closed as you left.

You were now out in the wooden corridor with one long rug running down the middle. Directly opposite your room was your parents room; you stared at the door for a few seconds before walking down the corridor. Halfway between your rooms was a turning point, you turned down that branch of the corridor when you reached it. You continued along the hall for another few seconds, stepping lightly so you didn't make any sounds, until you reached your destination.

Pushing open the door to the library, you let yourself in. You wandered around in the dark until you bumped into a table. You let out a small sound of surprise and then let your hands roam over the table, pulling open the drawers until you found a candle with a holder. Setting the candle down atop the table, you searched for some matches within the draw.

The match burned and crackled in front of you. Lowering it to the candle, you held it against the wick. It caught alight so you blew out the match and put it away. Looping your fingers in the hole, you picked up the candle and walked over to a bookcase. You scanned the titles until you found something that looked interesting.

You closed your bedroom door behind you as you entered your room. Placing the candle on the bedside table, you slid back into bed, this time with your book. The light wasn't great, but it would have to do.

It seems at night you pick up everything. Every little movement and every little noise - anything could set off a string of thoughts laced with paranoia and anxiety.

You looked up from your book when you heard footsteps. They were outside. It couldn't be a member of staff, most of them are at home with their families and it's certainly not time for them to come to work. The only staff that lived in the mansion was the butler and the best maids, none of them would be wandering around late at night. You shook it off, it was probably nothing.

You didn't read that much before you heard something else. Footsteps again, but this time they were on stone. More specifically, the stone on your balcony.

Your eyes rose up to the open door. The light disappeared as a figure blocked it out. You closed your book as you saw a hand reach in through the curtains. Putting your book down, you saw the had retract...and then return to its task. You pulled down your pillows and led your head on them, closing your eyes and pretending to sleep.

Could they hear your heartbeat? It was pretty loud in your ears, was it audible for them?

A sigh left their lips...they sounded relieved. You heard them shuffle around the room until they stopped next to your bed.

"Bram Stoker..." they read the author's name off your book. Their voice was deep and it sounded like velvet. Definitely a man. "You traitor," they added with a sharp tone. You heard your book scrape the table as it was picked up. "Dracula..."

The book was replaced.

There was a hiss as the candle went out. He had put it out himself. You stayed quiet as he walked around some more.

You winced as your door creaked.

You started to relax until your eyes shot open in fear. Your parents! What if he was the killer? Your parents are powerful, they would be targets! Swinging your legs over your bed once more, you followed him out of your room.