How about this: Vampire!Julian trying to seduce and/or drink blood from a kind but painfully oblivious MC.
soooo this got really out of hand and it doesn’t exactly fit the request because I couldn’t really think of anything that fit it exactly? but I’m pretty satisfied with it tbh. I hope you like it!!!
I have a vampire kink sorry
Julian had been watching them for a while. They were easy to follow, and with the rainy months rolling in he had been able to walk unhindered by the daylight. There was only one problem.
With their ever vigilant mentor watching over them, he would never be able to get them alone. So he waited. He watched from the shadows, stalking his prey. Of course it wasn’t easy to blend in, but he was hard to focus on, to truly see. A creature of the night was never meant to walk the daylight hours, and he used that to his advantage.
They were a mystery, even to the other people of this ocean side city. They were kind, but firm. They never took advantage of others, even if it would prove advantageous to them. He learned that the townspeople cared very deeply for this witch. When they ventured to the palace he didn’t dare follow, he stewed in the shadows for days, watching the shop with sharp eyes. Perhaps he should reconsider his target…
He couldn’t deny that there was a certain… interest, he had for them. He was familiar with their mentor, the vampire and the magician had crossed paths on more than one occasion, and they did not part on friendly terms. He would not be surprised if Asra already knew he was watching.
Julian had not been to this city in years, it felt like centuries to him but he knew it wasn’t. He still had a price on his head after all. Perhaps that was why the countess desired the presence of this… witch at her palace. The apprentice had not been around then, for the scandal, and he briefly wondered if it was this fact that drew him to their doorstep.
Or maybe it was the fact that he was hurt. Tangling with the palace guards will do that you know, especially when you are unarmed. Clutching his wounded side, he runs down the street as blood soaks into the cobblestone…
He follows his intuition, a dark hunger twisting in his stomach as his strength wanes. A ravens cry makes him turn down a dark alley blending with the shadows as more guards run down the street, towards the massacre he left in his wake. He doesn’t stick around to hear the cries of terror.
Before he recognizes where he is, he is knocking insistently against a worn wooden door. When it opens he is… not entirely surprised when the apprentice answers the door. Of course he would find himself at their door. What an… interesting way to meet with them.
“Doctor Jules?” A name he hasn’t heard in years falls from their lips but he can’t be surprised.
He isn’t entirely sure what they say after that, and when they pull him to his feet towards the shop he hisses, a sharper pain shooting through his body. “c-can’t…” He hisses, barely putting a coherent sentence together. “need…” He can’t speak anymore, blood flowing down his shirt, soaking through the white linen.
“I won’t let you bleed out on my doorstep, come in.” Their voice is like music to his ears and he nearly sighs in relief.
The pain in his head eases and he practically falls into the shop, leaning on the apprentice as they help him inside. He isn’t sure where they put him but its soft and dark and perfect. The hunger in his veins roars in his ears as he feels their heart beat, the warmth of their skin that he so… so desperately missed. He can smell their blood, clashing with the smell of incense and myrrh.
“Doctor Devorak what happened? The countess is looking for you if she–"
He hushes them, shaking his head. “J-Julian… call me Julian.” He murmurs, if this goes the way he thinks it will they will definitely be on a first name basis. Their words are hesitant, but kind nonetheless. “Alright. Julian. What happened?"
"Guards. ” he chokes out, chuckling weakly. “shouldn’t tangle with them when I’m unarmed.” The strength of the hunger returns tenfold and he curls in on himself, clawing at soft bedsheets. He can feel their panic, and they hover over him with worry in their eyes. “What’s wrong? What can I do to help?"
His next words are shaken, gasped out between ragged breaths. It is taking everything he has inside him to keep from losing control. "blood… need… b-blood…” He gasps again as the pain in his side worsens. He sees the realization dawn over them, it takes all but a few seconds before their eyes widen and they gasp in shock.
“They said you were… changed… but–” they stop speaking when he groans in pain. “so, so how do we do this? I-I don’t – I’ve never–"
Julian only beckons them closer, red gaze glowing in the dim light of the room. "Just… come here…"
"o-okay…” They say, coming closer… he grabs their wrist, pulling them to him as he sinks his fangs into their neck. He hears them gasp, fingers curling in his shirt she he pulls them closer. The hunger wanes as he drinks, it physically pains him to pulls away but he doesn’t want to kill them. He’s panting against their skin, the wound in his side stitching itself closed. The tantalizing aroma of their blood fills his nostrils, and gods does he want more but he forces himself away. They collapse onto the bed beside him, breathing thick and heavy. Julian can feel the magic in them, it leaves a delightful little tingle at the back of his throat. He can feel his strength returning, but he will still need to rest.
“Thank you…” He murmurs, sleep clouding his mind. He sees them stand, pressing a hand to their neck. “your welcome."
It’s the last thing he hears before he falls unconscious.