Refuge (Vampire!Levi x F!Reader)

Chapter 3

No candles burned in the corridors so you had to follow the possible killer by sound alone. He walked fast and he didn't stumble over his feet, like you almost did on many occasions. He was clearly good at navigating his way around in the dark.

You followed him into the library, thankful for knowing the house layout like the back of your hand. Slipping in through the open door before it closed, you hid yourself in a corner and watched him.

The mysterious man wandered around the library. His fingers grazed the spines of all the books that sat on the shelves. From your position on the corner, you saw him rub his fingers together after he had touched the books. He tutted and wiped off the dust, muttering about how people don't read anymore.

You glared at him, he had just picked up your book in the other room! You relaxed your gaze and thought about why the man was here. If he was the killer, why didn't he get you? Why did he bypass your parents' room to get to the library?

The man leaned over the wide desk that lay before the giant bay window. He opened the curtains, unhooked the latch and pushed the window open. The moonlight illuminated his features, letting you get a good look at him. The glistening light bounced off the side of his face, glinting in his eyes. His jawline was sharp and his nose was slim.

Black hair covered his head. It looked silky and soft, not too surprising from the clothes that he wore. It was clear that he was upper class like you were. Some strands stuck out of place, indicating that he hadn't had the time to sort it out.

Your eyes settled on the stains that covered his white dress shirt. You clapped a hand around your mouth as you realised that they were deep set blood stains. Some were blotchy and large, while others were spatters. Both had been there for a long time.

"I know you're there," he said suddenly in a deep, velvet-like voice. He glanced your way, but never looked directly at you. "Your heartbeat has been pounding non-stop since I entered your room. And I can practically smell the fear on you."

"Just...just tell me what you're doing here!" You demanded, raising your voice into a harsh whisper.

"I need a safe place," he said, "somewhere to stay until the commotion dies down."

"You think I'll let you stay when you're covered in blood?"

He lowered his hands from the window and turned to face you. Now he was staring directly in your eyes. He took a step closer and then stopped. "You can trust me, I'm a prince."

You sighed internally. There was nothing that you could do against you when he was a prince. Even though your family held a high status, higher than most families, you could not question a prince from any royal family.

"Can I really?" You asked, your voice heavy.

He nodded, "I promise. I just need to stay until -"

He trailed off as he turned his head towards the open window. In a split second, he was on the floor, hiding from whatever was advancing towards the house. He motioned with his hand to tell you to move out the way.

Ducking to the floor, you sat beside him, but not too close - he was a possible killer after all. As you were about to ask what was happening, you heard the chorus of voices that created an angry tone.

You sent the man a confused look, but he just ignored you.

"If there's a knock on the door," he said, "you'll have to answer it."

You wanted to shake your head, but never got the time to since there was a pounding on the door. You jumped as the fist slammed against the grand doors.

The man prodded your arm and pushed you forward. You scrambled up from the floor and took a deep breath. If you didn't answer then it would get suspicious.

You left the library and made it to the top of the stairs where you saw the butler, Mr Smith, open the door in his night clothes. The sight made you chuckle to yourself since Mr Smith still kept a straight face.

"Can I help you?" Mr Smith asked. He didn't sound very amused.

The crowd pushed a speaker forward. The speaker was missing a few teeth and he was dressed in ragged and torn clothes. "You can't."

"Then why are you here, I must ask? The L/N household is sleeping," Mr Smith began to close the door, but the speaker caught it.

"She ain't!" The speaker yelled, pointing at you.

Mr Smith turned to you with a confused look. Holding the edge of your nightgown, so that you didn't trip over down the stairs, you made your way over to the crowd.

Standing next to Mr Smith, you asked them what they wanted.

"We saw a strange man comin' this way miss," the speaker said.

"That is Lady Y/N to you," Mr Smith corrected. He rocked back and forward on his feet as the speaker looked at him.

The speaker moved his head back to you. "He came this way, Lady Y/N. Is he in here?"

You shook your head.

"Then how come you're awake? How did you not see anything?" Someone else yelled.

"I can't sleep," you stated, "it's hot and humid, making it difficult to get rest. I was in the library, reading to make me tired."

The speaker narrowed his eyes and then slowly nodded, looking you up and down in the process as if he knew otherwise, "right. Well, be careful then, miss."

The crowd shuffled away, leaving you and Mr Smith alone. Mr Smith closed the door and sighed.

He sent you a brief smile before saying, "would you like a hot drink, Lady Y/N? Hot drinks can help when you can't sleep."

You thought about it for a second or two before nodding. "Can I get two, just in case I need more?"

Mr Smith nodded and you followed him to the kitchen.

He filled the kettle with water and started heating it. He placed some tea leaves in a small pot, he hung it over the side of the cup. He poured in the hot water and repeated the process for the second cup.

"Would you like some sugar?" He asked you, "we received some more yesterday. Special treat."

You smiled, "sure, why not?"