User blog:ExdeathsBagel/Vampire WWYD by Anon

WWYD by Anon, posted by Repter: http://monstergirlencyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:665706

I thought for a moment, well, not just for a moment. The soreness that racked my body made it a little hard to think, but the vampire stayed by the bedside ever patient.

“Aren’t you cold in just a towel?” I asked.

She giggled, “It is getting a little chilly, maybe I could snuggle up with you for some warmth?” She began to slowly open her towel, almost teasingly. I looked away, my face turning a bright red.

“It’s okay, I was just joking. Like I said, I want to marry you before we do anything else.” I felt her arms wrap around me and her breath near my ear, “Besides, there’s something we need to do with you first before we really seal the deal.” Her tone seemed mischievous. I turned around to ask her what she meant, but she vanished.

After a few minutes she stepped through the door she entered when I woke up, which I assumed was the bathroom. She was in a clean white dress, one that looked startlingly like a wedding dress.

“Well, hubby,” She said for emphasis, “feeling better?”

I was in fact, my soreness was practically gone and I was able to think, and with it a question came to mind, “If I may ask, did you just save me to marry me?”

“How astute, what, do you think I’m incapable of helping other in need?”

I was worried if I upset, “No, no, its just, going this far to save me. Taking me to your home, using your magic, taking care of those thugs-”

“Oh hubby, those thugs were no problem to someone like me. Don’t you know? Vampires are quite strong, stronger than any human in fact. As for all this, well, you aren’t the first this has happened too.”

She sat up on the bed and straddled me, “In fact, many men have been in your position, and I’ve asked them all the same question.”

“So I’m no different?”

“You could be depending on your answer. All the other men answered no to my marriage proposal and do you know what happened to them?” She inched close to my face, taking delight in my terrified expression, “Being a vampire, I have connections to the demon realm, any man that says no is sent there to be a sex toy or is simply eaten.”

I was trying very hard to hide my fear, but it was clear she could see right through my calm façade, “So, you know, no pressure there.” She giggled and got off the bed. “How about a question I know you can answer? What do you want me to do with those thugs? I can kill them for you, this ugly white dress will turn a beautiful red when I return.”

“No, don’t kill them.” I said. I was terrified for myself, but I didn’t want her hurting anyone else either.

“Fine, many people say no to that anyway. I’ll give you an hour to think on my proposal, feel free to explore the mansion. Don’t worry, when the hour’s up I’ll find you.” She cupped my face, “I can smell you, hubby, and it’s a delightful scent of manhood and fear.” With that she walked out the room through a different door.

<p class="MsoNormal">I waited until she was gone before I got out of bed, it was then that I noticed I was only in my underwear. Fortunately, a nearby dresser had all my clothes neatly folded on top it. After getting dress, I began exploring the mansion.

<p class="MsoNormal">Typical of what would be expected of a vampire’s home, it had a Victorian atmosphere with a hint of gloom. Being honest though, the gloom wasn’t so much from the décor as it was from the silence. Was she all alone here? I heard vampires take in servants, but I had yet to encounter a single one. While I personally enjoyed silence, too much of it would drive me crazy, so how would she be feeling after who knows how much time alone?

<p class="MsoNormal">Before I question the absurdity of having empathy for my kidnapper, a voice appeared from behind me.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Liking the mansion?”

<p class="MsoNormal">I nearly jumped out of my skin, causing the vampire behind me to laugh.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah, it’s, uh, pretty big.” I say, trying to start up a conversion despite how stupid that response was.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It is,” She began, looking at a large painting, “it was built by my ancestors. This is a painting for my great grandparents before they passed away.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Vampires can die of old age?” I ask.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes and no, it’s more so that their age prevent them from defending themselves from Dhampirs.” She said with disgust.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What’s a Dhampir?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“The spawn of a human and a vampire. Disgusting little creatures.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wait, you said you wanted to marry me before we do anything else, right?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s right.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Then how are we going to not create a Dhampir after we’re married, unless we don’t-”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh hubby, we’re going to have plenty of sex once we’re married.” She begins, turning my face red, “But during the marriage I’ll transform you into an Incubus. Even if we have children, they’ll be demons or other vampires. We won’t have to worry about Dhampirs!”

<p class="MsoNormal">My heart sank as she said she wanted to turn me into an Incubus, it sunk even further when I heard the chime of a clock echo throughout the mansion.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hour’s up hubby, time to decide. If it’s about the Incubus thing, think about it like this: you’ll be an Incubus married to me, or one getting raped by demons on a regular basis, and that’s if you’re lucky and they don’t eat you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">She wrapped her arms around me again, this time though I felt her nails dig into my back, “Who cares about an afterlife? We’ll be here for a very long time together, having a wonderful life of pleasure and luxury.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I had to think quickly, I wanted to live, but I didn’t want to become an Incubus either, there had to be a way around this. I avoided her gaze, a mix of lust and malice, and looked around the mansion, and that’s when I had an idea.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I won’t accepted your proposal, forgive me but I want to save my soul.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I felt her nails dig deeper into my back, “That’s too bad hubby, then I’ll just have to-”

<p class="MsoNormal">“But can I be your servant?” I asked

<p class="MsoNormal">Her grip on my back loosened as she looked at me in shock, “My-my what?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Your servant, I can’t be your husband but that’s the next best thing. I’ll take of the mansion and most importantly, you. I owe you my life for saving me after all.”

<p class="MsoNormal">She let go of me and stepped back, taking my offer in. She began chuckling, which evolved into a roar of laughter that echoed through the halls. “My servant?! That’s definitely a first! Fine, servant, you’re hired. I expect you to provide for my wants and needs starting tomorrow, deal?” She stuck out her hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Deal.” I say as I shook it.

<p class="MsoNormal">She suddenly pulled me in as I felt her fangs sink into me, “Just wanted a taste of you. Don’t worry, you aren’t going to become a Vampire or an Incubus.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I breathed a sigh of relief as she let go. Showing me to my room, she told me to be up by 6 tomorrow morning to begin my new life as a servant. I thought I had won some way, I saved my life and my soul, and I was now a servant to a Vampire in a luxurious mansion. It might not be the life I wanted, but it would an alright one.

<p class="MsoNormal">How wrong I was.

<p class="MsoNormal">It started out normal, great even, waking up at six I took my shower only to find her waiting outside. I was grateful I changed clothes in the bathroom and made a mental note to keep doing so. She told me my chores consisted of dusting the mansion, which she would help with.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Honestly, it’s more you helping me.” She joked. “I’ve been doing this alone for a while, so it’ll be great to have another hand around the house.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Along with dusting, I was responsible for going to town a getting food, she once did but was always afraid of being found out as a Vampire. She told me I was a relative living with her when townspeople asked who I was. I knew it wouldn’t be hard to convince them, I was new to the town myself when I was jumped by those thugs.

<p class="MsoNormal">After getting groceries, we would make dinner, her choice obviously. She taught me so much about how to cook, to which I was grateful. Along with groceries, she’d always request I bring home wine, not much though. She offered me a drink a few times, but I always declined, I didn’t drink. Whenever I asked where the money for all this came from, she would only say the Demon Realm is full of riches, and having connections, they were at her disposal.

<p class="MsoNormal">Between dusting and cooking I had time to myself, which would be spent in the mansions library, reading the many books, mostly fiction, there. Sometimes she even said I could go down to the library and insisted I bought the books I wanted instead of buying them instead of just renting them. In a way, I felt happy being with her, and seemed to be happy too to finally have some company.

<p class="MsoNormal">Then a few weeks in, things began to change.

<p class="MsoNormal">On nights she’d go out alone, which was normal. What wasn’t was showing up drunk on a cocktail of blood and wine. When she was in the states I learned one thing: a beating was inevitable. I didn’t matter if I messed on my duties or not, when she was drunk she was angry. At best her slaps would send me to the ground, at worst she’d throw me across the room.

<p class="MsoNormal">Once day broke she’d quickly apologize, saying she didn’t know what came over her and she felt terrible. She’d lighten up on my duties those days, and even use healing spells to quickly get rid of my bruises. But as weeks turned to months this changed for the worse.

<p class="MsoNormal">She added verbal insults to her physical beatings, which somehow were worse than her beatings. She called me useless, selfish, among other things and I began to believe her. Soon this life wasn’t exclusively at night when she was drunk, but on a daily basis, though she would still be drunk.

<p class="MsoNormal">This would mean the chores fell solely on me, and it was when I was alone with my thoughts, though tense at the thought of another beating or insult, things would continue to get worse. My mind would only loop every horrible thing she said and did to me, I accepted them as fact and right things to do. I deserved this treatment, I am a horrible person.

<p class="MsoNormal">Yet there was something worse than her beating and insults. It was only her and I in the mansion, and as such, there were times the wine and her monster nature got the best of her and she demanded intimacy. This ‘intimacy’ would normally be forced oral, but at times she forced herself onto me, it’s easy to get a man going, even if they don’t want it. Even I didn’t want it, she would get what she wanted and I felt sick and humiliated by the time it was over.

<p class="MsoNormal">The only thing preventing me from taking my life was her, I could feel her stare no matter where I was. One day I was cleaning the front door when I felt her icy grip on my wrist. “A servant doesn’t leave his mistress, I hope you’re smart enough to understand that.” She said in a somewhat slurred tone as her grip as almost tight enough to break my wrist.

<p class="MsoNormal">Even when going out to get groceries, I could feel her stare, it wouldn’t matter though. I had no strength to run. I didn’t want to run. I had forgotten what my life was before I met her and felt this life was all I had. Anything was better to than being alone.

<p class="MsoNormal">Any townsfolk could see my pale and frail figure, the result of living in the mansion and neglect of my own fault, though the mistress was always certain to leave bruises in places that wouldn’t show. How smart of her, I wouldn’t want others to be bothered by my problems either. I tried my best to hide limps or pained grunts when carrying groceries. Any questions from suspicious townsfolk would result in me telling them I fell down the stairs, a horse riding accident (though there apparently was no ranch for miles), or just ignoring the question.

<p class="MsoNormal">Those who pressed further and try to follow me home would be lost in a sudden mist and turned around courtesy of my mistress’ magic. I was grateful she did this, so no one in town had to see what was really happening between us.

<p class="MsoNormal">Unfortunately, there were times that she’d bring another man home, in a similar state that I was in. I would later come to learn that whole thug jumping was orchestrated by her as a way to get men into her home. She would never bring a drunk man home, she wanted a man fully aware of their situation before she proposed to him for reasons I did not know; maybe it was personal.

<p class="MsoNormal">Each time she brought a bloodied man over her shoulder, I felt a sick sense of relief. It meant the next day was mine to curl in a corner and hide while she spent it with a new man. Each time however, the day would end with the sound of howling wind, a scream of the man, and the giggles of what I presumed were succubi.

<p class="MsoNormal">Just as quickly as it began it would stop and the mistress would find me to say the same thing, “You could’ve saved them, this wouldn’t have happened if you just accepted my proposal. The only reason I keep you as my servant is because I’m a woman of my word. Do you want to know something? I hate you, every time I see you I’m reminded of something I can’t have. I see a thing barely able to call itself a man. You’re just dead weight, but I won’t let you die. You’ll be here, serving me for all your life!”

<p class="MsoNormal">She normally ended this with a painful slap or a throw across the room. Regardless, I believed her. This was all my fault, and I grew to hate my self-preservation for my soul. My life’s purpose now was to serve her, I accepted it, and in a sick way was happy. At least I wasn’t alone.

<p class="MsoNormal">A year had passed since I first met her, and on the night of that anniversary she stepped through the large front door carrying a man. But this man was different. Normally she brought home men like me: those in their twenties, or men in their thirties at the oldest.

<p class="MsoNormal">But this man looked to be in his teens, judging by his looks alone. Not to mention, he was armed and had an assortment of trinkets around his belt. I knew it wouldn’t do him much good though. Other men had come armed, but they all met the same fate. I felt sorry for him as she carried him up the stairs, and, sickeningly enough, for my mistress as well. This man, no boy, would either be her husband, and I felt horrible for my mistress that she had to resort to such a young age to find a bachelor.

<p class="MsoNormal">As night fell, I heard a cracking noise, than a crash. My mistress fell though the two stories above to the ground floor where I was. The noise and by extension her in a clear amount of pain caused me to jump and rush over to her. Before I could reach her however, the boy from early had jumped down from the two story hole, wooden stake in hand, and would have impaled her with had she not kicked him away.

<p class="MsoNormal">It was from the tears in his clothes I could see a bra and I realized this was no boy, but a woman.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Your time has come, Vampire!” The woman said.

<p class="MsoNormal">My mistress laughed, “You think you’re the first Dhampir to tell me that? Another did, my daughter in fact. I killed her effortlessly, but you,” she licked her lips, “I think will make a nice meal.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dhampir was not intimidated however. Putting the wooden stake away, she quickly pulled out a straight sword, wielding it with both hands. Her face was one of focus and determination. My mistress, without a weapon, flexed her hands, which now looked more like talons. The closed the gap between each other almost instantly, sword and hands were like blurs between two figures dancing between each other. Much to my surprise, my mistress’s hand were somehow deflecting the sword strikes, at least from what little I could make out.

<p class="MsoNormal">Despite that, she was losing the battle and I went to the kitchen to arm myself with the cutting knife. I knew well why I wanted to save her: she was the only thing in my life now, I didn’t want things to change despite how awful they were, anything was better than being alone was something I always repeated to myself.

<p class="MsoNormal">Grabbing the knife, I ran out to the main hall and charged as best as my legs could carry me. Seeing them fight made my feet feel like cement, but I moved regardless. The both realized I was coming only a few feet away, and a pathetic knife swing at the Dhampir was met with her effortlessly moving out of the way.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dhampir looked at me confused, but my mistress took advantage of the situation and wrenched the knife out of my hands before pushing me aside and charging. Now armed, the fight appeared even. The clangs of metal on metal echoed through the halls and the sparks from the ensuing strikes somehow provided illumination that rivaled the light of the main hall.

<p class="MsoNormal">But a knife was no matched for a sword, as soon it snapped, rendering the mistress unarmed again. She was undeterred however opting to grab the sword with her bare hands before the Dhampir could swing again. This proved to be a mistake however, as the Dhampir let go of the sword with one hand, and quickly reached onto her belt, pulled out holy water and threw it in the mistress’ face.

<p class="MsoNormal">As the mistress recoiled back in pain, rubbing her eyes in an effort to get the holy water out, the Dhampir pulled out her stake and charged forward. I felt myself moving again, this time at much faster pace. Somehow, my frail body managed to push my mistress’ out of the way and my chest met the Dhampir’s wooden stake.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dhampir looked at me in a state of shock much like before, but this one quickly divulged into a look of pity. As I collapsed onto her shoulder, I turned my head to see my mistress one last time. My vision had thankfully not blurred and I saw her remove her hands from her bloodshot looking eyes. She seemed just as shocked as the Dhampir, but she quickly began to laugh hysterically.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Excellent, Thomas! I knew you were husband material!” That was the first time in a while that she said my name, despite the pain in my chest I couldn’t help but feel warmth emanating from inside.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dhampir gently set me down, her face appeared calm, but I could see a fire in her eyes. My mistress began walking up to her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You know what, forget about the whole child thing! I’ll marry you anyway. Just let me take care of this bitch and-” The mistress was interrupted when the Dhampir quickly turned and elbowed her in the face. While she was stunned, the Dhampir pulled out her sword and a dagger, wielding them both with one hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">What followed was an effortless display of sword and dagger swings that sliced my mistress to ribbons, as she collapsed to the ground I saw that the dagger had a wooden stake for a handle. This time, the Dhampir hit her mark, and my mistress let out a blood curdling scream that shook the very foundation of the mansion.

<p class="MsoNormal">As the Dhampir approached me I was horrified, would she kill me too for getting in the way? But as she stood over me, she put her weapons away, and looked down on me with an expression that shocked me: empathy.

<p class="MsoNormal">I awoke in a small room, looking nothing like the mansion. I slowly sat up and looked down at my chest, noticing no wound. I contemplated if what happened was some sort of dream. It wouldn’t have been the first time; normally I’d fall into dreamless sleep but at times I had dreams of stepping out of her mansion to greet blurred face people who accepted me with open arms. Other times they were nightmares where my mistress would be hunched over my and draining me of my blood, or throwing me into an alleyway where the thugs awaited to finish the job.

<p class="MsoNormal">The opening of a door snapped my out of my thought, and I felt my heart sink as I saw who stepped in: the Dhampir. As she approached me bed I could feel myself shake, what was she going to do to me?

<p class="MsoNormal">She pulled up a chair from the nearby desk and sat next to me, “It’s okay, you’re in town, safe from her.” she said in a soft tone.

<p class="MsoNormal">But I didn’t care about my safety when she mentioned ‘her.’ I only had one question, “Where’s the mistress?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s okay, she’s dead.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Dead?” I repeated, I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe.

<p class="MsoNormal">She gave me a small smile, “Yes, don’t worry, she won’t hurt you-”

<p class="MsoNormal">I grabbed her shoulders, though my grip was weak and my arms were shaky, “You took her away from me?! How dare you! She was all I had!” My voice was cracking and tears were falling down my face. I had lost the only person I had, and I didn’t even know her name.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dhampir put a gentle hand on my shoulder, “Thomas, was it? You need to understand your mistress didn’t care for you, she saw you as an object, nothing more.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I let go of her shoulder and turned away to curl back in bed. I heard her get up, “I’m going to get some food okay? I’ll be back in a bit.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Coming back, she pulled out an apple and handed it to me, but I refused. “You need to eat, you’re rail thin.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I simply shook my head, “Just leave me, what use could I be to you?”

<p class="MsoNormal">After a few moments of silence, she said “I know how you feel.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you?” I asked, with more anger in my voice than I expected.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes,” she replied calmly, “As you know, I’m a Dhampir. My mother, not wanting to kill me, but also not wanting to let me go, made me her servant. I was just like you: constantly living in fear, but feeling like this was my life, like this was the way it was supposed to be.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I looked up at her, seeing the sincerity in her eyes. She continued, “My father, God bless him, taught me how to fight whenever he could. He taught me to never give up, to be kind, and to stand up for myself and be proud of who I was. My mother killed him, but I returned the favor shortly after.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m sorry.” Was all I could say.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t be, I’m happy hunting vampires and happy I found you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why me?” I asked in shock. Why would she be happy to find me?

<p class="MsoNormal">“Because like I said, I know what you’ve been through. I see myself in you, a kind, and strong spirit. A strength that endures a vampires torment, but also one of loyalty that would give their life for another.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“How could I be either of those things?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Because I’ve been through what you’ve been through, and look at me now. You just need help, someone to show you the right path.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Are you saying you’ll be my father?”

<p class="MsoNormal">She laughed, “No, but I can be your partner, an equal. No more master and servant business for you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’d just slow you down.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Then I’ll stay by your side, training you up till you’re strong enough to help me hunt vampires.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Because I see myself in you,” she said as if it was obvious, “Someone afraid, uncertain of their future, but also strong and kind.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“How can you be afraid of anything?” I asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Because I’m human, well, part human. At least let me help you get your strength back, it’s the least I could do for a fellow former servant.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I agreed, and would later leave the small hut, a place she told me she rented out, to walk around town with her. As I stayed in town to recover, I learned most of the villagers were worried sick about me, many offered food to help me gain the weight I lost back, and others offered me jobs around town. I was shocked at their kindness.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dhampir, who name I later learned was Rosa, stayed by side and when I was ‘back to normal,’ she popped the question: “Do you want to come with me?”

<p class="MsoNormal">I gave it a moment of thought before agreeing, she couldn’t be any happier. Spending more time and training together, I was happy we bonded over more than our horrible pasts, and would soon become a prominent vampire hunting couple throughout the land.

<p class="MsoNormal">The contracts never seemed to end, but we we’re always glad to do them. It took me awhile to overcome my fears of vampires, I would normally hesitate while Rosa and the vampire fought, but never hesitated to jump in and take a blow when she was in danger.

<p class="MsoNormal">We would eventually get married, but refused to settle down, and vowing to continue to slay vampires and help others under them for as long as we could.