Refuge (Vampire!Levi x F!Reader)

Chapter 5

You moved back to the armchair and finished your cup of tea. While you did so, you talked a bit more with Levi. He didn't seem like any kind of murderer...

After placing your empty cup, with its saucer, on the carpet, you stretched in the chair. You yawned as you did so. You rested your hands in your lap after you stretched and gave off another little yawn.

Your eyes lazily moved to the window where you saw the moon with the stars. The light relaxed you slightly and you took a long blink.

"Are you getting tired?" You heard Levi ask.

You nodded in reply, nuzzling your head into the side of the armchair as you did so. As you had closed your eyes, you didn't notice Levi staring at you.

You looked so vulnerable, curled up on the armchair after just meeting him. He found you to be very trusting - of course you were skeptical at first, but you had calmed down. He never knew how someone could be so naive. With a flick of his wrist, you could be dead. But he did nothing. He knew you wouldn't say anything to the people, you didn't mention anything when they knocked on the door. Besides, he didn't kill unless he needed to...and he was oh so hungry before he reached that man.

Levi glanced down at his white shirt and licked the tip of his finger. He rubbed at some of the stains, but nothing worked. He sighed internally and made a mental note to ask Petra to wash it for him. She was always willing to do stuff like that for him.

His eyes landed on the teacup next to you on the floor. He walked over, carefully picked it up and placed it back on the glass tray that lay on the desk. His cup of tea was still half full - the broken handle lay next to it along with the little fragments of china that broke off with it.

After setting the cup down, he lent across the desk and pulled the windows back in, latching them back up. The moonlight vanished as he drew the curtains shut. The candles still blazed, but they were getting smaller with each passing minute.

The words of, "thank you," were mumbled by you. You had no problem falling asleep around Levi. If anything did happen, he would have to answer to your father - and he could get scary when he was angry.

Levi disappeared into the shadows, leaving you to get a peaceful sleep. He wandered through the aisles of bookshelves, gazing at the extensive collection of books. He stopped when he reached something of interest. Taking the book out, he flicked through the pages and began to read.

As sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, settling on the floor of the library, Levi stopped reading. He shoved the book back in its gap and hid behind a bookshelf as he heard footsteps approaching the door.

"Good morning, Lady Y/N," Mr Smith greeted.

You shifted in the armchair, feeling the stiffness in your back and legs. You groaned and stretched. You wiped the sleep from your eyes and glanced around the room. Mr Smith had opened the curtains and you recoiled after being so used to the dark. You couldn't see Levi anywhere, was he even still in the room?

Mr Smith picked up the tray and stared at the broken cup.

"It broke as I held it," you lied, still stretching, "some tea spilt on the floor, I'm so sorry."

"No worries. It can be cleaned," he turned around with the tray in his hands. "Breakfast is being cooked, I suggest you go get dressed so that you can attend."

You nodded, sleepily and followed him out of the room, but stopped and glanced around the room one last time before you began to close the door. Your eyes locked with another pair of eyes - he was still around.

"Morning, Y/N," your father beamed as you entered the dining room. He was sat at the table in a usual suit; a newspaper lay on the side of the table, next to his cup of tea.

Your mother sat to the right of your father, who was seated at the head of the table. As soon as you took your place opposite your mother, a glass of water was brought out to you by one of the staff members.

"That's a lovely dress, Y/N," your mother commented. It was a long dress with a fitted bust but a flowing skirt. The colour was that of forest green and it was detailed with black.

"I do wonder who got you that," your father said, letting out a hearty laugh. Your father was the type of man to buy you and your mother gifts randomly whenever he went on trips.

You gave him a small, subtle smile while you unfolded the napkin over your lap. Soon enough, breakfast was served and you all tucked in.

It was a custom in your household that your father read the news while eating. It did get funny when he would scoff at a headline with a mouthful of food.

Today was one of the days where he nearly choked on his food.

You shared a worried look with his mother. She set her cutlery down on her plate and rested her hand closer to his. "Is everything okay, dear?"

He prodded the headline many times violently before swallowing his food. "A murderer!" He exclaimed, "in this town!"

"Oh yes," your mother said, "the people were gossiping about it last time we went out. Weren't they, Y/N?"

You nodded in reply.

"There's meant to be an investigation," he stated, reading the article, "apparently he disappeared into thin air."

You excused yourself from breakfast as soon as you had finished and scuttled away to the library. Opening the door and sticking your head in, you looked around for any signs of him, but your eyes only settled on Eve, the maid.

"Lady Y/N!" She exclaimed out of surprise. She was knelt on the floor with a bucket of warm water next to her. She was scrubbing the carpet. "Sorry my Lady, I thought you were meant to be practicing piano now."

You nodded vigorously, "yes, I just needed some music." You darted around to the section that held the music books. "I am sorry about the carpet, Eve," you called out.

"It's okay, Lady Y/N," she replied. "Mr Smith said I could get some extra pay this month if I did it."

You smiled to yourself. You knew how hard it was to find a good job if you weren't born into a good house. Eve worked hard, she deserved a good life. She had five siblings to look after and she was the eldest in her family at only seventeen.

Stopping abruptly, you started at the finger in front of you. Your eyes traveled up the finger and settled on Levi's sleeping face. He was laying atop the bookshelf and you wouldn't have noticed him if his hand weren't dangling down. Carefully, you placed his hand up on the bookshelf. He moved around a bit, but didn't wake up.

You grabbed a music book and quickly left the library, saying goodbye to Eve as you did so.

--ima try and make chapters longer, what do you think?--