[This is a repost. I replied to a comment with the wrong blog and couldn’t figure out how to delete it. The old post has been made private. Sorry.]
Fun fact! There’s another vampire request that I should get to soon! Sombra’s in it too! (On another note, forced marriage is some A1 shit.) I hope this is what you meant by “getting herself a waifu” tho? LOL
“Cariña,” Sombra calls. “Wait.”
You flinch, drawing your coat tighter around your body, and speed up, not daring to turn around. Her voice huffs as if pouting.
“Are you really going to ignore your fiancee?” Goosebumps break across your body as the voice sounds like whisper in your ear. You break into a sprint.
You’re knocked to the ground quickly, cold hands pinning you down.
“Don’t run from me.” Sombra noses your neck and groans. “Not tonight, cariña. Not tonight. I’ll chase you tomorrow.”
A scream catches in your throat, lungs expanding to expel it, and a hand catches your mouth instead.
She shushes you with a dangerous smile
“Marry me,” she says. “Tonight.”
You shut your eyes instead and let the coldness of her hand wash over you. Reminding you to refuse. Reminding you that she’s a vampire. The same one that’s been warned to have drained people from the surrounding towns dry. You feel sick. She scowls. She doesn’t understand.
“You’re mine,” Sombra says simply, “and because you are mine, you must marry me.”
She’s been watching you for a long time, waiting carefully to introduce herself, and traveling far to find new prey all so you would not discover her. Your scent called her in with such magnetic force it was impossible to ignore. Her heart began to beat again. Eyes dilated. Nostrils flared. She wanted you right then and there.
But you insisted on being proper. You wouldn’t put out until you were married, barely allowing Sombra a peck of your lips until she proposed. Tentatively opening your mouth to allow her tongue in, you poked yours out carefully, only to prick yourself on her teeth. Her snapped open red and hungry, sucking at you tongue and, well. Here you are now.
“No,” you plead, eyes opening. “No.”
Hurt flashes through her eyes, then anger. If you refuse to be with her, she’ll drain every possible suitor you have lined up until your town is dry. Can’t you see she loves you? Her head jerks down, nosing your neck. She groans and twitches, clasping a hand over her mouth, and physically restrains herself.
She can’t wait much longer.
If she bites you, she reasons, you’ll have to say yes. Vampire venom is very addictive.
She bites you.