Sanguine Whispers.

ㅤ❁્᭄͜͡ Sanguine Whispers.

Hello! This is my first (long)fic after two years. I've only recently started writing this type of story (two or three weeks) and I finally have enough confidence to share it. It's not much at the moment but I hope you like it.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤsummary: "Since you're so whiny and hungry, I'll let you drink my blood this once. But only this once!" "Did you really forget that you're a ghost and basically transparent?" “Oh. Oops.” cred: @me-writes-prompts 𖹭

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤtags: alternative universe - supernatural, yuta okkotsu (ghost) x f!reader (vampire), angst, past lives, slow burn, dark fantasy, dark romance.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ cws: emotional and psychological anguish, death and undead themes, blood drinking, violence/blood/gore (mostly simple mentions), self-destructive behavior, mental health issues.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ count words: 1237 words, hehe.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ playlist: Sanguine Whispers.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤ chapter one. next.

The grand hall was a maze of shadows and moonlight, the towering windows cloaked in thick layers of dust. The castle had once been majestic, but now its once-regal splendor lay buried beneath centuries of decay. The air was cold, stagnant, and hauntingly still, save for the faint creaks and whispers of time long forgotten. The thick forest outside encircled the structure, impenetrable and wild—no one dared venture near the rumors of curses, death, and the unnatural.

You paced the hall, your hunger gnawing at your senses like a beast long starved. Each step echoed through the hollow silence, and the hunger was a dull ache now, constant and unbearable. You had tried to resist, to maintain some semblance of your dignity as a former condesa. But the hunger was consuming you.

A sigh drifted from the corner of the room. Yuta. His form—ghostly, faint, almost transparent—watched you with those familiar eyes, forever loyal, even in death. He had been your most trusted guard in life, the one who stood by your side when the world crumbled around you. You had died together, slain in a bloody conquest, yet here you remained, trapped in the castle that had become both your prison and your grave.

"I can hear your stomach growling from here," he said, voice tinged with humor, though the flicker of concern did not escape you.

You paused, turning toward him, lips curled in frustration. "It’s not something I can control."

Yuta tilted his head, floating closer, his form more translucent in the pale moonlight. "Since you're so whiny and hungry, I'll let you drink my blood this once. But only this once!"

You froze at his words. His offer lingered in the air, thick with unspoken tensions, and it took all your strength to suppress the dark excitement stirring inside you. His blood… you had once sworn never to drink from those who had served you so loyally. But that was another life. You weren’t the same person anymore, were you?

"Did you really forget that you're a ghost and basically transparent?" Your tone was bitter, but underneath the sarcasm was the sharp edge of desperation.

Yuta blinked. “Oh. Oops.”

For a moment, there was silence, the weight of your shared history pressing down on the both of you. You couldn’t drink from him—not in this form—but the hunger, the longing for something beyond this haunting, gnawed at you relentlessly. You stepped closer to him, the warmth of his presence faint but achingly familiar.

"I remember… what it was like to be alive," you whispered, almost to yourself. "The blood, the warmth. It was everything."

His eyes softened. "You haven't changed much, you know. Still stubborn, still… you."

A bitter laugh escaped you, dry and hollow. "Except I’m a monster now."

He reached out, though his hand passed through yours like mist. "We both are."

The night pressed in around you, thick with the weight of the forest that circled the castle like a predator waiting to pounce. You could feel its presence, lurking just beyond the stone walls, its tendrils creeping ever closer. The rumors about the castle were true, after all. The dark magic that had cursed this place also bound you here—two souls, tied to the past and the horrors that had unfolded.

Yuta hovered beside you, his presence a strange comfort in the suffocating loneliness. His ghostly form flickered as if the darkness itself threatened to consume him, but his eyes—those steadfast, haunted eyes—never wavered. You wondered if you looked as lost as he did, though you had long given up on seeing your reflection in any mirror.

"You’re thinking about it again," Yuta said, his voice breaking the stillness, his tone gentle.

Your gaze shifted to him, but you didn’t respond immediately. How could you explain the gnawing ache inside you—the hunger that went beyond blood, beyond flesh? It was the hunger for life itself, for the days when you had been more than just a walking corpse, more than this cursed creature trapped in an endless night.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you lied, voice strained.

"You're a terrible liar," he chuckled softly, floating closer until the chill of his form brushed against your skin. "I can feel it… your regret, your guilt. You think this is your fault, don’t you?"

You clenched your fists, the sharp sting of your nails digging into your palms. "I don’t have time for guilt. I need… I need to feed."

The admission tasted bitter on your tongue. You had been a condesa once, proud and powerful, feared and respected. But now… now, you were little more than a monster, a creature of darkness driven by base instincts. And yet, Yuta stayed by your side, even in death.

"I would've given my life for you," he said, voice low, almost a whisper. "I did give my life for you. And I’d do it again."

"Don’t," you snapped, eyes narrowing. "Don’t pretend like this is some kind of noble sacrifice. We died, Yuta. We lost everything. And now we’re stuck here, forever."

A heavy silence followed your words, but the unspoken truth hung between you like a noose. You had failed him, failed everyone. Your once-loyal guard had perished at your side, and you couldn’t protect him, couldn’t protect your people. The weight of it all bore down on you, suffocating.

Yuta’s form flickered again, and for a moment, you saw the man he had been—solid, warm, alive. His face, pale but strong, eyes glinting with determination even in the face of death. He had always been like that—unshakable, unwavering. And it made your chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with hunger.

"It wasn’t your fault," he said quietly, stepping closer, his hand once more trying to reach out to you, though it slipped through the air like smoke.

Your breath caught in your throat as his presence enveloped you, cold and intangible but somehow comforting. You longed to feel his touch, to know that you weren’t entirely alone in this nightmare. But all you had were shadows and memories.

"Yuta… I’m starving," you whispered, voice trembling. "I can’t… I can’t control it anymore."

He gave you a sad smile, his form fading slightly, as if the effort to stay in this realm was draining him. "Then let me help you. Find another way… until we figure this out."

Your jaw tightened. The hunger was unbearable, the ache deep and raw. It wasn’t just blood you craved—it was life itself. And yet… looking at him now, standing there with that quiet resolve, you knew you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t take what little he had left.

"I’ll wait," you said, though every instinct in your body screamed against it. "But not forever."

He nodded slowly, his form steadying as he met your gaze. "We’ll figure this out. Together."

You didn’t respond. Instead, you turned toward the grand windows of the hall, the moonlight filtering in through the cracks, illuminating the crumbling stones and forgotten history of the castle. The forest outside rustled, the wind carrying whispers of ancient things—things that were watching, waiting.

And so, you stood there, the hunger gnawing at your insides, your body tense with the need to feed. But you would wait, for him. Just a little longer.

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ENTER THE SHADOWS.

for the brave souls who stayed,

where nightmares are made flesh, and reality unravels.

Beware, Mortal...

HAUNTED HEARTS, romance - in general

Stories that delve into the forbidden, where desire and darkness collide.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤSanguine Whispers, (Ghost!Yuta Okkotsu x Vampire!Reader)

"She thirsts for more than blood in this haunted castle of eternal night."

THE CURSED VAULT, dark fantasy.

Ancient and cursed magic lies hidden, and only the most desperate dare to open it.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤThe Revenant’s Gamble, (Warrior!Satoru Gojo x Princess!Reader)

"A warrior returns from the dead, but the price of his second life is a curse that consumes his soul."

WHISPERS FROM THE VEIL, Paranormal Horror.

The voices of the dead whisper forgotten secrets, but listening to them can be dangerous.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤEchoes of the Forgotten, (Young Spirit!Toge Inumaki x Opera Singer!Reader)

"A young girl begins to hear voices coming from an old radio, cryptic messages from those who are no longer in this world."

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤThe Weeping Portrait, (Priest!Suguru Geto x Spirit!Reader)

"An ancient portrait, crying blood, hides the trapped soul of a woman seeking revenge from the other side of the veil."

THE UNDERWORLD FILES, Supernatural Mystery.

Forgotten cases, full of supernatural mysteries, where the inexplicable stalks those who dare to investigate.

( ... )ㅤㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤㅤThe Demon’s Contract, (Lawyer!Hiromi Higuruma x Spirit!Reader)

"A lawyer is hired by a client who shouldn't be alive, to renegotiate a pact she made with a demon centuries ago."

THE SACRED OFFERING,

Short, dark, and deadly. For those who crave a quick descent into the abyss.

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Secrets not meant for mortal eyes. Tread lightly, for the knowledge here may consume you.

Dark fantasies, forbidden romances, and cursed fates are woven into each tale. Dive deeper, but beware—the further you go, the harder it is to return.

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