97 with Vamp!gladdy for Heather plz?

ffxv-monstrosity:

“You need to feed.”

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Darkness blanketed the kingdom, torches burned as bright as the stars above while painted windows revealed even brighter lights that were hidden behind silhouettes of the homeowners. Laughter erupted from behind the thick wooden doors and walls, some music from the bards crept through the cracks from the cobblestone walls of the local tavern that had been stuffed with people, the kingdom’s commoners who were spending their hard-earned golden coins on honeyed ale and mead. The castle that sat in the middle of the large, wealthy kingdom always glowed brightest at night, the large cathedral windows always seemed to cast beautiful imagery on the nearby houses and churches and stores that had been emptied for a night at the taverns.

Everyone was there, drinking away their problems and leaving them alone until morning where they will still be there waiting forever until they’re resolved. The tavern maidens and men would have their pockets filled to their brims by the end of the night, there was no doubt about it. Stories would emerge from hungover states, both humiliating and embarrassment, both betraying yet honest, the truth that hid behind lies would come out soon enough as long as the taverns provided the supplies.

You slowly walked along the cobblestone trail, leather boots clattering against the worn stone as you slowly walked along the trail down the main road and turning right, following it for a bit, turning left and stopping. There was the manor that stood still and silent like the catacombs: Deathly quiet. No fire had been stoked inside, no candle had been lit, no tinderbox had been used within the wealthy manor which most likely left it cold.

Just like how he liked it when he would… reject it…

A small puff of clouded air escaped between your lips as you eyed the manor that stood hollow as if no life lived within.

You hesitated.

Should you go in? Face him in this state? Or go home and possibly meet him there?

Clutching the fur hide closer to your frame, you turned your body and walked along the path that had turned from the common cobble to smooth stone bricks that lead to a wooden porch with two large dark oak doors. Two large handles stood there, wolves heads with an iron ring behind their fangs, they glowed in the crisp moonlight.

Taking one handle in your hand, you knocked once, the sound of metal hitting metal cut through the silent night as you could no longer hear the banter from the taverns, nor the music from the bards, nor the jokes from the jesters or tales from the warriors.

The door had opened as soon as the metal collided, hinges creaking as the door slowly swung open to reveal an empty living room. The chimney sat bare, no logs in the pit, no tinderbox in sight, the firewood sat still in its place in the large basket. The room was only lit by the moonlight shining from both behind you and from the large windows. The skins of their prized kills sat still, their hollow eyes seemed to watch your every move.

The wooden floorboards creaked as you slowly crept into the manor, your feet carrying you past the living area to the dining room where no food had been sat, but the table and chairs had been tossed around and knocked over. Glass had shattered and metal had been dented, knives had been stamped into the wooden floorboards.

A loud crash sounded from below your feet, from between the floorboards and cracks, a scream left your lips as your heart pounded in your ears.

He was here, below you in his cellar.

Your feet carried you to the hatch behind the kitchen – which was in the same state as the dining room – and opened it with the hinges squeaking and groaning.

The ladder shook under my weight as you slowly descended the thick steps, the open hatch providing the only light.

As your boots touched the stone brick flooring, you felt his presence. You felt him behind you.

Taking a shaky breath in, you slowly turned to see him in his glory.

His cotton shirt and hide vest barely clung to his body in shreds, his pants tattered but still covering him. His form was tall, bulky, lanky, he towered over you more than usual. You could see the outline of his large form, wings that had sprouted from his back had been coiled shut while his clawed fingers were grazing the ground. His hair was a complete mess, thick strands had gone everywhere while the ponytail that kept it out of his eyes had come undone.

But what stood out to you were his eyes.

Those bright red hues haunted you, hypnotized you, pulled you in. His pupiless gaze drew you in, you came closer to the vampire until you were face to face with him.

“Gladiolus,” you murmured as your hands reached up. Placing them on his neck, you shivered. He was freezing cold as ever. “You haven’t been feeding.” A deep grumble came from within the vampire, his pointed ears flattening against his skull. “You need to feed,” you quietly stated as you moved your hair from your neck.

Oh, how your neck glistened in the minimal light.

Gladiolus’ eyes seemed to glow brighter as he drew closer until he bit down on your exposed neck.