Hetalia WIP Graveyard

Beyond the Grave: Vampire! Reader

The large brick and mortar estate stood as it had those centuries ago, hidden among the trees. The grand stone path lead down and through the forest, becoming the most curious. Gilbert had been one of the few who had dared to venture down the stone path many years ago. It was upon a dare he had made his way closer and closer. The rumors were almost all true. There was indeed a woman who lived there. Her beauty was beyond all others, but her mind put philosophers to shame. It was true those who dared to enter the house never came back quite the same.

The path way winded and turned through the forest, leading to an opening down by the river. It was a stunning english tudor style home, in fact it looked inviting in fact. The warm brick was framed with wood on the second and third floor. The black roof sloped over the porch, creating the perfect outdoor space. If it wasn't for the graveyard in the front yard, perhaps more people would visit the grieving widow, that was told, haunted the place.

Gilbert had been dared by his friends to get close to the house. They each paid 100 deutschmarks to whoever could get closest to the home. At first it was easy on the path with the house hundreds of meters away. As they walked down the stone path around the bend to the yard, each took smaller steps. It was Gilbert who had become cocky. He tripled the price, that he could make through the iron gates that lined the yard. He had almost done it, when his friends stopped,they had seen the weeping window in the upstairs window. She wasn't angry, she was just kind of there. Gilbert had turned to see the window, but she was already gone. Thinking his friends were trying to make him lose his wager, he took no care as he took one final step to the gate and placed his hand on. It was too late though, his friends had abandoned him. The only thing that alerted him to her presence was the a small cough. He turned around and found a woman with (h/c) coming down to her waist. Her black dress which seemed from the late 1800's. She seemed out of touched of the world, as her whole demeter seemed to be stuck in the past.

"Can I help you?" she asked in a meek voice, but it had been enough to startle the albino.

Gilbert fell to the ground and he scrambled to back up. She only flipped open the gate and offered her hand to the struggling intruder.

"Are you alright?" she asked in concern.

Gilbert could only stop and stare at the woman before him. She was looking him dead in the eyes. He saw her genuine concern with in her ruby red eye and the other (e/c) one. She gave him a soft pleading smile, as she hand still out reached for him. He slowly took it and she helped pulled him to a stand.

"I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt," he said shaking the young woman's hand.

"(Name) Roseleigh," she smiled.

"You have a lovely home," he said looking up to the grand estate.

"Thank you, would you like to come inside for some tea?" she asked looking deep into his crimson eyes.

He had followed the widow into her home. He was going against every natural response to the gentlewoman. His brain screamed and begged to leave to run as far as he could, but his heart lead him through the large ebony doors and into the widow's home. He had sat down in the middle of the home, many never dreamed of entering. There he learned her story of pain and sorrow. He was sent on his way as the sun began to set and the next day when the sun stretched across the great blue sky he felt an urge to return. He returned every day for years. People thought of him crazy but he paid them no attention. It was in his last dying hours when the tables had turned. When she left the safety of her home. He laid dying in his bed. He didn't question how she found him or how she got to him. She just sat with him in his final hours, sharing the moment, as tears streamed down his face.