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Love That Bites Pt. 8

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Hello!! Welcome to part 8 of my Dracula x Belmont reader fic! Sorry it took so long to come out, but I hope you all enjoy it regardless! 🥰

Summary: What should have been the worst day of your life, quickly becomes the most confusing one when your family’s sworn enemy helps patch you up, and refers to you as his guest.

CW: Description of injury, blood, blood loss, minor anxiety and confusion, blood drinking (from a wine glass)

Word Count: 3765 Words!

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All within the span of a few hours, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had lost your mind.

Or maybe you had died, or were still at home, and hallucinating from trauma and blood loss?

Either way, as it were, you still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that Dracula was currently carrying you in one of his arms.

That, and you weren’t fighting or struggling to leave his gentle grip, either.

Perhaps you really did hit your head too hard when ‘sparring’ your family, and this was some sort of… weird, desperate hallucination your brain had cooked up?

Though as much as you wanted to deny it, you knew deep down this was real.

Sure, your brain was definitely a bit hazy, but you knew this was no hallucination.

And that only confused you further.

‘What has my life come to…?’ You couldn’t help but wonder to yourself.

Even if your brain was in a bit of a fog, you still remembered what happened clearly.

You had accidentally released Dracula from his stony prison. You weren’t quite sure how, but if you had to wager a guess, you’d assume it was most likely your blood.

It was the only explanation you had.

Before today, you had touched the statue before, so it wasn’t just touch activated.

The only other conclusion you had was from how your hands had been covered in blood when you had tripped and fallen, landing on the statue to balance yourself.

Your brain was still reeling from it.

Dracula was back. He was alive.

What was more confusing though, was how he was acting towards you.

You had been so certain you were going to die. The injuries you had more or less ensured it.

There would have been no way you would be able to defeat Dracula with the injuries you had.

Yet…

He never attacked you.

Instead of mocking you and ending your life, he showed concern.

Your mind was still trying to process it all, his first words on repeat inside your mind.

“Who did this to you?”

Just thinking about it, and how fiery his crimson eyes had been as he asked that question, and how his cold hand had gently cradled your face…

You could feel your face heating up just thinking about it.

His hand had been so cool against your skin, such a calming feeling despite the overwhelming panic that threatened to choke you.

Ruby eyes had scanned over your body for injuries, clearly not liking what he was seeing. That was something else you were still struggling to wrap your head around.

Dracula had seemingly cared about you. He hadn’t even spoken more than five words to you, and he was enraged on your behalf, that much was clear.

“May I pick you up?” He had eventually asked. You had been too stunned to answer his first question, but this seemingly brought you out of your stupor for a brief moment.

Dumbly, you nodded, unable to really think to say or do anything else.

In all honesty, you were still processing everything then, just like you were now.

Slowly, Dracula made a point to show you both his hands, which were empty.

“I’m picking you up now, alright?”

He moved slowly to avoid startling you, though you still jumped when he slipped an arm under your legs and behind your back, and lifted you with ease.

As he stood to his feet, it was as if you weighed nothing more than a feather to him.

It took everything in you not to panic as he held you, your mind swimming as he held you close to his chest.

Holy hell he was tall…

And his scent… you found it odd how you found it almost comforting.

The vampire then turned towards the doors of the throne room, and you had made a small noise.

Pausing, he looked down at you.

You tried not to stumble over your words, shakily pointing to your bag on the floor.

“M-My…” you tried to speak, the words choking up in your throat. Thankfully, Dracula seemed to catch on to what you wanted.

“Of course.” He spoke, his voice so loud, yet so… calm? Gentle?

His voice resonated deep in you, striking you to your very core. It was strange, quiet, yet demanding of respect. Just like his entire presence.

He walked over to where your bag laid on the ground, each step proving just how tall he was. In what would have been quite a lot steps for you, were just a few mere steps for him.

When he approached your bag on the floor, he simply opened his free hand, and your bag flew into it.

You tried not to let your jaw drop, or jump at the easy display of power.

Making sure everything was in order, he began walking through the throne room, passing the massive doors at the entrance.

When he passed through the doors, your eyes widened when you noticed the castle.

It had changed.

The general shape had changed, there were new towers, and it seemed wider than before. Even the courtyard below the stairs leading up to his main tower seemed to look different, with what must have been monsters running around below.

The clouds surrounding the castle were darker, blocking out what little bit left of the day was here. Must be for himself and the other vampires to walk around during the day…

So it was true. Castlevania really did take different forms each time Dracula was revived.

Dracula continued through into the castle at a brisk pace, his stride long and fast. As he walked through the castle, you couldn’t help but flinch back when monsters began passing through.

Some would stop and bow, others would offer Dracula a brief greeting as he passed. You were gobsmacked.

You got plenty of odd looks, but Dracula seemed unfazed and uncaring about any of them. His pace never halted.

Briefly, you wondered where he was taking you. Maybe you shouldn’t have let your family’s arch nemesis pick you up and carry you around without explanation…

He walked through what felt like endless halls, taking many twists and turns, before ending up in a posh hall with several different doors.

The vampire stopped in front of one near the middle, and adjusted your bag before grabbing the handle.

When he pushed it open, you were surprised to see a well kept, beautiful guest room.

Words wanted to leave your mouth about it, but you found they were unable to escape your throat.

You were still just so… stunned. It was incredibly difficult to process everything happening.

That… and you were starting to grow tired.

How long have you been pushing yourself? Add the trauma, the injuries, and the fact you still pushed yourself to hike to Dracula’s castle on top of it…

Then the fall after an adrenaline rush, and the blood loss…

The wounds on your body were still only badly treated at best. In fact, in that moment, a wave of panic flew through you when you realized the wound on your side was still open.

It wasn’t pouring blood like when you had received it, but it was still very much raw.

How long since Dracula had eaten? Was the fresh scent of your blood not enticing to him? Were you being placed in here to be his next meal?

You doubted you’d be a tasty one. Or a filling one, with how low on blood you were. It would be a miracle if you ever recovered from this unscathed at this point.

Internally, you debated on trying to tell him you probably wouldn’t be that delicious, but you held your tongue.

It’s not like you could really trust yourself to speak properly anyway.

Plus… you were just… exhausted. Accepting your possible fate at this point.

You have no idea why Dracula would treat you this gently in the first place if he intended to feed on you, but hey, you could at least hope it wouldn’t hurt.

If anything, it would probably hurt less than the shit you have been through today, let alone the past few years.

Dracula stepping into the room, and shutting the door behind him brought you out of your inner musings.

He was quick, and across the room in an instant.

When he reached the bed, he surprised you again by gently setting you down on top of it.

He was fast, grabbing a box off the dresser on the bedside table you had missed.

After staring for a moment, your brain finally processed it as a first aid kit of some kind.

…First aid?

The Dracula was going to treat your wounds?

You were in such a fog, it took you a moment to realize he was talking to you.

Scrunching your face up, you finally managed to speak.

“…Sorry?” You asked, your throat so dry your word almost came out as a croak.

“I need to move your shirt to treat the wound.” He told you again.

Oh.

His eyes weren’t nearly as scathing, but still seemed very hot with anger. With closure inspection though, you were able to make out the concern on his face.

Blinking for a moment, you simply nodded your head, and sluggishly lifted your shirt for him.

That was nice of him to ask, you figure.

Dracula didn’t hesitate, pressing a rag to your wound to clean it, with some sort of ointment on it. You winced and hissed at the pain, but didn’t move.

“Yes, good, you’re doing excellent…” he mumbled, a look of concentration now on his face as he proceeded to clean the injury.

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you tried to process his words.

Was he praising you? For not flinching away?

…Why did you like it?

You decided to try and lock those thoughts away at the moment and let future you worry about them instead.

It was hard to pay attention to what he was doing, let alone stay awake. You were really only recognizing pain at this point.

It wasn’t until he was wrapping the injury that you notice him finishing up, and moving to your head.

“Hold still.” He spoke, and summoned a small orb of light. This time, you flinched, though a hand on the back of your head kept you from moving far.

“What-“

Gently, he shushed you, holding the orb a distance from your eyes, looking at your face closely.

Swallowing thickly, you were going to ask what he was doing, before the orb disappeared in a fit of smoke.

“Concussion. Just how long have you been walking around with these injuries?” He asked, his face scrunching up in concern as he looked at the bruising on your head, gently beginning to tend to it.

“Uh… since… this morning?” You rasped, wincing at your own voice.

“This morning!?” He suddenly halted, looking increasingly upset.

Coughing, you tried to avoid looking at his eyes.

“Live… far away. Had to get away.” You whispered, absently rubbing your throat, trying to ignore your heart trying to panic in your chest.

You briefly noticed his muscles tense, before he took a deep breath, and exhaled.

“I see.”

Your heart hammered in your chest, but it lessened a bit. Dracula at least didn’t seem mad at you. You may as well take that as a blessing.

Though it made you feel a bit odd, how angry your enemy was on your behalf.

…Was he even your enemy at this point? You weren’t entirely sure, not with how he finished tending to your head, and moved to the wound on your arm.

What enemies tended to the other, so gentle and careful?

Dracula didn’t even have to be gentle with you to take care of your wounds. He could have just done it without a care for your pain.

Yet, he was so careful, using precise movements with each injury to clean and bandage it with as little pain as possible.

Faintly, you remembered reading somewhere he had an interest in medicine. You imagine having eternal life certainly gave you the opportunity to learn and study any subject that came to mind.

A stinging pain brought you out of your clouded thoughts. Dracula had moved to your leg, carefully cleaning the wound there now for stitching.

You couldn’t help but stare.

Not only did he treat your wounds with precision, he looked beautiful doing so.

His hair beautifully cupped his face, while his hands worked expertly to stitch the injury.

It wasn’t a surprise, per se. Vampires had always been hauntingly beautiful. Part of the charm and the allure for prey.

But seeing Dracula alive in front of you, his hair cupping his face as it laid in waves on his shoulders…

Oh yeah. You had definitely lost a lot of blood if this is what you were thinking about.

A few moments of silence passed as you watched him.

What now? What will you do after he’s done?

Your blood felt cold at that thought.

You licked your lips.

“…”

Dracula’s eyes flickered up to you when you made a small noise.

“Am…” you spoke out, swallowing thickly in an attempt to wet your throat and swallow your nerves.

“Am I… a prisoner?” You asked, heart beginning to pound. However, you didn’t move, or even tense up.

It's not like you could do anything if you were, anyway. Not with these injuries and how exhausted you were. You were rescind to your fate.

Though you at least hoped he would be honest if he intended to keep you as a blood bag or something.

Dracula’s eyes bore into yours.

“No. You are my guest.” He spoke, his voice low and quiet.

Your eyes widened slightly.

A guest? You, a Belmont, as Dracula’s guest?

“Guest?” You repeated, almost unbelievingly.

He let out a noise of acknowledgement.

“You may leave at any point. Everyone is under orders not to attack you, unless you strike them first.”

His words, despite being so quiet, rang loudly in your ears.

You could leave at any time.

For some reason, just hearing those words relaxed you. Your body seemingly slumped in response, loads of tension leaving your body.

Dracula let out a pleased noise from his throat, at least, you think it was a pleased noise.

You just hoped he was being true to his word.

Did Dracula have any reason to lie? If he wanted you dead, he would have killed you the moment he was freed.

If he wanted you as a blood bank, you imagine he would have told you. He seemed like the type to mock you about it if that was his true intention.

You were so lost in thought, you almost didn’t hear knocking on the door.

A moment later, a maid walked in, carrying what looked like clothes.

“Here you are, my lord.” She spoke, and you eyed her warily.

You had heard about Dracula having servants. It was weird to see one now though after seeing an empty castle for so long.

She was short, with short black hair, but you knew she wasn’t human. Her purple eyes that glanced over at you were a dead give away.

It wasn’t clear what she was, but it didn’t matter in the end. She placed the clothes nearby on the bed, and gave Dracula a bow before leaving.

You eyed the clothes, before nearly jumping when Dracula spoke again.

“They are for you. I imagine you wouldn’t wish to sit in bloodied cloth.”

Blinking, you looked down, and winced.

He wasn’t wrong. Your clothes were trashed.

Parts of your outfit were shredded and cut, and the rest was soaked and crusty with blood.

Gross.

Though it made you wonder just how much willpower Dracula had for your blood soaked clothes not to be a bother.

Still… you were kind of touched he had requested clothes for you. You had no idea when or how he had done so, but given he didn’t have to do that, it was very considerate on his behalf.

It seems he must be serious about you being a guest, including taking care of you.

A weird thought to think about.

Though you were having many of those at the moment.

He was finishing up your stitches, when you decided to try and speak.

“U-Um…” you began, and quickly turned away to cough, cursing how sore and tired you were.

You turned back, and his eyes were on you again.

“Thank you.” You managed to say, trying desperately to come off as sincere despite the situation. You really did mean it, but the circumstances were definitely odd.

Dracula’s eyes seemed to flicker with an unknown emotion for a moment, before he turned back to your leg.

“Of course.”

It seemed like he wished to say more, but held back from doing so. Dracula was the one patching you up though, so you didn’t exactly wish to push him.

Not a moment later, he finished wrapping up your leg, and gathered the supplies and began to put them away.

When he stood up, you found yourself craning your neck to see him again, his eyes piercing into your own. This time though, they didn’t have as intense of a hellfire look as before.

You still felt incredibly small compared to him. It was hard to register just how massive and powerful this guy was, just from standing up straight.

“Dinner will be brought to you shortly. I highly recommend you rest before and after eating, if you can stomach it.”

He then gestured to a door in the room.

“You are welcome to use the room’s facilities as need be to clean yourself. If you require anything, tell the guards outside, and they shall let me know.”

Why did his voice have to sound like that? You found yourself growing so sleepy just from listening to it, from how deep and calming it was.

You really needed to rest if you were growing attached to this man’s voice.

Still, you gave him a nod, putting your hands in your lap.

“Thank you. I…”

You cleared your throat with a wince.

“I appreciate it.”

He nodded to you once, before turning and walking towards the door.

“I will return later to check on you after I have my affairs in order. Though if you do wish to leave, you may do so.” He spoke right before opening the door, reminding you once more you were not trapped.

You were still free to leave at any point.

After that, he left, the door closing on its own by some unseen force behind him.

You blinked, then blinked again.

“I… am so tired.” You whispered, your thoughts feeling like mush at the overwhelming day you have had. At this point, it was as if you were going numb, unable to properly react.

It was almost worrying how calm you felt.

But you were still so tired.

You glanced over to the pile of clothes, and looked them over. They seemed normal enough, a white button up and some loose pants.

With a yawn, you grabbed the clothes, and headed to the bathroom to clean up and change, barely registering how the clothes seemed to be the perfect size.

You didn’t hear the thump from outside the room.

Outside your room, Dracula had collapsed against the wall of the hallway.

Pressing his back against the wall, he clutched one of the bloodied bandages in his hands, shaking.

He lifted the bandage to his face, and held the cloth close, inhaling the sweet scent of your blood.

His Little Belmont’s blood.

It was both calming, and addictive. It took all his will power not to have a taste, lest he barge into your room for more.

He was hungry. Too hungry.

But your health came first. You looked to be on Death’s doorstep when you had walked into his throne room earlier, and he couldn’t sit by and do nothing.

Not now that he was free.

Taking another deep breath, he clenched the bloodied bandage in his hand, before putting it away in one of his pockets.

He needed to feast, and soon.

Sparing one more glance at the door, he sighed.

This isn’t how he had imagined gaining his freedom once more, but he was thankful it didn’t include your death.

For now though, he had plans to make. You obviously weren’t injured from a hunt, the look in your eyes said as much. No doubt you could have easily mentioned what beast it would have been that had attacked you if it were that simple.

No, someone had hurt you. Presumably someone you knew.

His eyes narrowed before he took to the shadows, ordering one of his servants for a drink as he reappeared and sat on his newly remade throne.

Someone hurt his Little Belmont.

As much as he would hate to admit it, he had grown attached to you.

Attached, and dare he say, protective.

He had always been protective of his things that were precious to him.

As of now, you were no different.

You had somehow wormed your way into his undead heart, simply from being yourself.

A servant stopped by, and handed him a filled wine glass, before bowing and leaving.

Taking a sip, Dracula enjoyed the burn of blood down his throat, before leisurely swirling the glass as he mused about this situation.

Yes, you were too much like Leon for your own good. He would keep you to your word, and talk with you later.

After you had healed, of course.

Your health was his main priority. Dracula wouldn’t put that pressure on you when it was clear you were barely hanging on by a thread.

Dracula would have some potions made for you as soon as possible. Unfortunately, it was a lengthy, and delicate process with alchemy. It would take take time, even for him.

But you needed it, badly.

It was obvious you were overwhelmed. No doubt from whatever happened, accidentally reviving him, and him trying to take care of you.

Putting more pressure on you at the moment would lead to possible rash decisions. He wanted you to be able to think clearly when having an in depth discussion, after all.

Taking another sip of his drink, he licked his lips.

Dracula had a feeling things were going to be interesting.

He just hoped it was for the better, rather than for the worst.