Tasted of Blood {Vampire! RomaniaxReader Part 2/2}

“I gave you my life… so I’m taking yours.”

About half an hour later, you were in the theater room with Romania. It had a ninety-inch flat screen television and theater-inspired seats. As soon as you’d walked in, you turned to him, awestruck, “You have a theater room but no cell phone?”

To which he’d responded with a giddy laugh and response of, “It’s mostly for my ancient black-and-white movies.”

As he got comfortable on the seats, you looked through his shelves of movies. Though most of them really were old black-and-white films, some even silent; you still came across quite a few newer movies.

You almost had a heart attack when you noticed a certain movie. Or, a certain saga. You couldn’t believe a guy like him would have these. You tried to stifle a laugh, but he heard anyway. “What’s so funny over there?” He asked from across the room.

You giggled, and held up all five of the Twilight movies. “You really have these?”

All was silent for a moment, and Romania didn’t move. You tried to keep from bursting into laughter.

After another few seconds, he facepalmed.

That was when you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You laughed as he blushed and said, “I-I was planning on burning those!”

“Oh, yeah right,” You said sarcastically. “You may be rich but I don’t believe that.” You giggled again as you read the back cover of Breaking Dawn Part 2.

“It’s true…” He mumbled, hiding his flushed face.

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s kind of cute actually.” You admitted, setting down Breaking Dawn Part 2 and holding up Part 1 to your face.

“Oh, shut up.” His childish response made you giggle again. “…So, do you like those movies?” He asked after a moment.

“I haven’t seen either of these,” You held up the last two movies in the series. “Are you Team Edward or Team Jacob?”

“Hm? I don’t pay attention to that nonsense…” He looked away, obviously still trying to deny that he likes The Twilight Saga.

“Well I’m Team Edward~!” You sang as you popped Breaking Dawn Part 1 into the DVD player. “Vampires are so hot.” You blurted.

Romania covered his face with his hands. Oh, the irony of that, he thought to himself. “What do you know about vampires other than stuff from Twilight?”

You plopped down in a seat next to him. “Not much. That they’re scared of crosses? Allergic to garlic? Only come out at night?”

“…All wrong.” He mumbled quietly.

You looked up at him, just as the lights dimmed and previews started showing. Ignoring the TV, you moved up the armrest separating you from Romania. “Hey, look at me?” You asked curiously.

He did as you said, turning in his seat to face you. “What is it, darling?”

Without responding, you stood on your knees and gently grabbed his face. You slid up his top lip and analyzed his pointy fangs.

“Oh, those?” He mumbled through his slightly-open mouth.

“Why do you have fangs anyway? Earlier I thought they were just for your Halloween costume or something.”

He chuckled, and moved away from your prying hands. “It’s a funny story, actually…” He was asked the question a lot, so he had a story for it. And it wasn’t completely fake, either. “I was arguing with someone I didn’t like much. I hated her, actually. Still do. Name’s Hungary. Yeah, she punched me in the mouth. And it chipped my left tooth; making it look almost like a fang. Then my friend England used some kind of black magic to reshape it, but it only gave me real, identical fangs.”

He left out the actual happenings, such as Hungary chipping his fang and England accidentally using his magic to make them more crooked. It took months to grow back his normal fangs. But this was a long time ago.

You laughed at the story. People talked a lot about black magic and witchcraft in your town, and normal people were pretty much used to it by now. You just didn’t expect Romania to be a believer of it. You honestly thought it was fake, but would go along with it for Romania.

The movie started, and as it went on, you thought more and more about how much Romania reminded you of an actual vampire. But that was just silly. Stuff like that only existed in movies like Twilight.

Then once the movie got to a sex scene, you momentarily stopped thinking and started panicking.

You didn’t know if you should cover your eyes, or watch it with a poker face, or not pay attention. You didn’t even want to glance in Romania’s direction; who was seated right next to you. Awkward.

His only response to the scene was to side-peek at you and chuckle at your embarrassment.

As the two grinded against each other, started pulling off clothes, and kissed passionately, you fidgeted in your seat. You crossed and uncrossed your legs. But no matter how much you squirmed, you couldn’t bear to ignore the burning desire to do exactly what was happening on-screen— with Romania.

Almost dying of curiosity, you couldn’t help but steal a look at your host.

Romania had his head propped against his hand with his elbow against the armrest; appearing either bored or uninterested. He caught you looking and grinned. “Oh, you wanted to give me a kiss?”

Stunned, you shook your head frantically. He had to have been teasing. “N-No, it’s just I’m a bit awkward about this…”

He looked you over, “Clearly.” He felt around the inside of his pocket to touch the smooth hand gun, wondering why he hasn’t shot it yet.

For some reason, the phrase It’s not time yet, kept ringing through his mind. He couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger.

Plus, at the end of the movie, he realized he’d forgotten to reload the bullets.

“Alright, it’s finally over,” You yawned once the credits started rolling, stretching your arms up.

“You tired?” He asked quietly—almost inaudible.

You rubbed your sleepy eyes, “Yeah. I think I’m going to bed now. Thanks so much for tonight; you really helped me out,” You said as you stood up, and the lights automatically turned back on.

He also stood up. “You’re very welcome. It was my pleasure. I’ll walk you to your room.”

The storm outside was still raging as he walked you to the guestroom. Raindrops streaked down on the windows, and the heavy winds blew hard and loud against the mansion.

Once you got to your room and stepped inside, you turned to face your host once more. “Thanks again. You’re a nice person, Romania.” You told him with a friendly grin.

He was standing in the doorframe. “No problem. I enjoyed your company. Maybe we can do this again sometime…” He looked away, embarrassed.

So he would like to see me again?... You wondered. Would it count as a date if we saw each other again? “I’d like that,” You nearly whispered, and stepped a bit closer to him.

He grinned boyishly. “Okay,” He followed your example and stepped a little closer. “There’s no rush in leaving. You can sleep in as long as you want.” He reminded as he gently moved a strand of your hair to behind your ear.

You nearly shivered at his chilled touch. His hand slid down from your ear and down your cheek, lingering against the side of your neck. His fingertips pressed against the back of your neck, and his face was so close. He stared down at your lips, only inches away.

Your eyes widened when you realized what he was doing. He wants a kiss, you knew. But now wasn’t the time. You had just met him a few hours ago.

Just as he slowly began to pull your face to his lips, you turned your head and suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck. “Have a good night, Romania.” You mumbled as you gave him the quick hug.

His jaw almost dropped in surprise. Rejected again.

You squeezed him once for encouragement. His soft brown hair tickled your cheek. His shoulders felt so thin, yet elegant. It almost hurt you to reject him so clearly.

He blushed a bit as he felt your chest press against his. He could feel your rapid heartbeat. It’s there, pumping so much blood, just for me… he thought in the back of his mind as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He felt you hug him tighter, and he did the same.

You almost melted into the tight embrace—nearly gave in to the urge. You wanted to kiss him senseless. But that would have to wait. You were all alone, in a huge mansion, a few steps away from a bed. Things could escalate way higher than expected.

He pulled your waist against his and whispered, “Are you sure you don’t want to sleep in my room?”

You felt your face blush. You were starting to feel really warm. And judging by the… feel… of his waist against yours, so was he. “…I can’t,” You whispered back after a few seconds.

At that very moment, he almost felt the need to hug you tighter—around the neck. With his hands. Against your throat. Because he wanted you to suffocate. “That… took a lot of courage to ask…” He admitted shyly, a blush on his cheeks as he avoided eye contact.

“I’m sorry…” You pulled away. His embarrassed smile looked so cute. You placed your hand on the door, about to close it. “Maybe next time,” You admitted quickly as you shut it. “Good night!” You sang from behind the closed door.

Next time, huh… He thought to himself as he stared at the shut bedroom door. I hope I won’t have to take you up on that offer.

And with that, he shuffled down the halls.

Meanwhile, you pressed your back against the door. As you slid down the wood and down to the carpet, you sighed heavily. If only he knew… you thought to yourself. Why does he insist on taking steps so fast?

While out in that creepy forest, you never expected to find someone like him. He was like the freaking love of your life. You’d never liked a guy so much, so fast. In fact, you doubted you’d ever liked anyone this much. And you’d only known Romania for a few hours.

He was just so unique, chivalrous, caring, honest, gentle, and adorable. God, he was so adorable. That boy’s level of cuteness should be illegal.

But he seemed to have a naughty side. And that was just hot. Major turn-on.

You tried not to think about it. You sighed again; he was gone. Why did you make him leave again? Stupid.

You wondered if your clothes were dry yet. Oh well, it didn’t matter. You were fine with sleeping in the robe; it was so fuzzy and comfortable.

You got up and walked over to the bed. Once you pulled the covers over, you collapsed onto the mattress. You had barely realized how exhausted you were. Turning off the lamp, you quickly fell into a deep slumber.

You looked around, terrified. You were in the gothic mansion, everything was dark. The lighting had caused the power to go out. Every turn you took, someone tried to kill you. There was a person with a knife, another with a gun, one with a poison-filled syringe, another with knock-out drugs, and more. They chased you with chainsaws, demanding to spray your brains on the walls. They wanted to cut you open. They wanted to splatter your blood all over the place. They wanted to murder you in any way they possibly could.

As you ran for dear life, you noticed they all had one thing in common. Though it was dark and they were mostly covered in shadows, you often caught the glimpse of a small top hat with two red and yellow ribbons.

One of them caught up to you, an ax in his hand. He laughed maniacally as he made you fall, and stood over you with the ax above his head. “Sweet dreams.” He sniggered darkly. You screamed as the ax flew down to your head with lightning speed; catching a glimpse of the murderer—his red eyes glowing with insanity.

You bolted upright. Sweat drenched your body, you had a pounding headache, and your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your chest. You breathed heavily, goose bumps all over your arms despite the immense heat.

Just as you realized it was only a nightmare, the bedroom door swung open.

You almost jumped out of your skin when… he … ran inside. “Darling, are you alright? I heard a scream…” Romania had a look of intense worry on his face. He was out of breath; as if he’d just sprinted through the long hallways all the way down to your room.

You looked into his frightened red eyes. Nothing lingered there other than innocence, concern, and apprehension. They were nothing like the eyes of the killer in your dream. “…Yeah, I’m okay,” You mumbled after a few seconds. “Just a bad dream.”

He sighed in relief, “Okay. I thought someone might’ve broken in... Or something…” He trailed off, looking away.

All was silent for a moment. You pulled off the bed sheets; it felt much too warm. You looked back up at Romania, and noticed he was still fully dressed. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to scare you. What time is it?” You asked curiously. The full moon was still visible in the window, though partially covered with black clouds. Rain still splattered on the roof, and you hoped there wouldn’t be a power outage.

He checked his antique wristwatch. “It’s 3:46 in the morning,”

You looked at him like he was crazy, “Why haven’t you gone to sleep yet?”

“Insomnia.”

“…Oh,” You nodded in understanding. “Glad I didn’t wake you then.” You joked slightly.

He smiled down at you. “I was just in my library. If you can’t fall back asleep, you’re welcome to join me.”

You thought it over for a moment. You felt wide-awake; you probably couldn’t go back to sleep even if you tried. Plus it’s not like there was school tomorrow. But to go alone with him after what happened earlier…

You decided to take the chance. You’d hinted enough that you wouldn’t do anything with him. Not yet at least. “Okay.”

He grinned again, and stretched out his hand to help you up. Taking it, you slid off the bed. Just as you got to your feet, he tightened his hold on your hand and pulled you close. “Or we can do something else?” He whispered suggestively.

“Nice try, but…” You grinned at his cute attempt, “No way in hell, buddy.”

You laughed at his adorable pout the whole way to the library.

He walked fast, clearly showing his annoyance. You trailed along behind him, practically skipping to keep up with his long strides. You giggled as he huffed, the ribbons on his small red top hat fluttering behind him. The cute pout was still on his face, which you thought you could never get tired of.

The library, needless to say, was enormous. It fit the rest of the gothic mansion. It had levels of books that reached to the ceiling; some of them dating back to the 1800s, as Romania had pointed out.

You started looking through the books on the lowest shelf, and quickly found one that caught your interest.

Romania was on the other side of the library. He watched you from afar, trying to decide the best way to kill you.

He eyed the replica of a medieval knight’s armor next to the bookcase you were looking through. The sword was still in good shape, and positioned in the armored fingers of the standing knight. That could work, he thought to himself. At this point he was desperate.

He quietly walked over to you, and saw you had found a book about the Holocaust. Maybe she won’t notice me?... he wondered.

At that moment, you slammed the book shut. Too gory. And bloody. And depressing. You put the ancient book back into its place, and reached for one a few shelves up. You took a glance at Romania, who appeared close by. “This is a great collection. Did your parents start it?”

He cringed. You noticed him every time, didn’t you? “Yes. Plus some of these books were here before we moved in.”

You continued trying to reach for the book you wanted, but it was too high up. “Which one do you want? Shorty.” You heard Romania say from behind you.

“That one,” Without turning around, you pointed up at what appeared to be an old Shakespeare book. “The one that’s-” You paused mid-sentence, your face instantly turning red.

Romania had moved forward, pressing his whole body to your back. You could feel him from his chest down to his waist. “This one?” He reached over your shoulder, successfully grabbing Romeo and Juliet.

He turned to face you, holding the tragedy in his hand. “What’s this? You’re blushing?” He asked as innocently as possible; though trying to hold back a smirk.

You tried not to let him see your pink cheeks. “You did that on purpose.” You grumbled.

“Did what?” He couldn’t help it; the satisfied smirk took over his face.

You tried not to laugh. “Quit trying to seduce me,”

“Pfft, I’m not.” He pressed the love story to your chest and let it go. You clutched it before it got the chance to fall as he walked over to the couch.

You noticed he pulled another book off the coffee table, and started looking through it. Forgetting the famous piece of literature in your hands, you subconsciously set it down and went over to sit with him. “So what’s that you’re looking through?” You noticed it had a lot of detailed pictures and descriptions.

He looked up, an excited smile on his face. “Romanian folklore and fairy tales. They’re so amazing. I love these.” You could tell he genuinely loved what he was telling you about.

He held up the book, which looked at least fifty years old. “I could read these stories for hours,”

Once he mentioned that, you realized how little you actually knew about him. You hadn’t yet taken the time to ask him about himself; he was still basically a stranger no matter how much you liked him. “Oh really? Which one’s your favorite?” You decided now was a good time to get to know him. Really get to know him.

His grin widened. “This one,” He turned a few pages in the book to the Mythology section. “The tale of Ileana Cosanzeana.” His red eyes glowed cheerfully, and you could tell that he must have hardly anyone to talk folklore with. You understood the feeling. When you really liked something, but didn’t have any friends who were into the same thing, so you had no one to talk about it with.

For a moment there, Romania felt like he was acting like his true self. No fake gentleman-like composure, chivalrous behavior, or calm demeanor. He was being… Romania. Not some host who was trying to seduce his guest into letting her guard down just so he can drink her blood. “Ileana… she’s so wonderful. She’s supposed to be ‘the most beautiful woman on Earth’, as she’s described,”

“Really…”

He nodded. “Yeah. She’s my favorite fairy tale princess. She may be described as a gorgeous angel of the heavens, but… I know someone who’s even more beautiful,” He watched you blush and look away. Smirking, he scooted closer to you. “It’s you, darling.”

He couldn’t help it. Talking about fairy tale princesses always managed to bring out his romantic side. The last time he told his friend Bulgaria about them, he almost brought out a rose and hit on his own friend by accident. ‘You’re acting ridiculous’, Bulgaria had told him. After all, Bulgaria was a male and stuff…

“You think I’m beautiful?”

He could listen to that all day. Your soft voice, disbelieving, along with a blush on your cheeks. It almost made him not want to kill you.

It was too bad you were going to die anyway.

The truth is, he has known you since childhood.

But you, like everyone else, made fun of his love for black magic. As kids, the teasing was never-ending. He was all alone—no one wanted to play with poor little Romania.

That included you. Especially you.

You were in his class—you sat right next to him. He often tried to impress you with his magic tricks and good luck charms, but you always either ignored him or made fun of him. ‘Hey everyone, look at Romania and his dumb little toys!’, and cue the class’s laughter. The teacher always made you apologize, and promise to be nice. Of course, you never kept those promises.

He was only a child at the time, but still felt ‘that mean girl who sits next to me’ was the love of his life. But you continued to tease him, even bully him.

Then one day, he’d had enough. Something snapped in him that day; something he couldn’t describe. All he knew was that he simply couldn’t take it anymore. You’d ruined his life, just like everyone else. They all had to pay. And you… well, he thought you deserved to die.

I gave you my life

So I’m taking yours

He couldn’t believe his luck when you showed up at his front door. He was glad that he’d gone into hiding for the past ten years, or else you would have recognized him. But somehow, you didn’t seem so bad anymore.

She’s actually kind of cute. And charming in a way. But does that mean she deserves to live?... He wasn’t sure anymore. For the past ten years, he’d wanted to murder anyone who had ever looked down on him. That included you; someone whom he thought he could love. But that was such a long time ago—he knew he didn’t love you anymore. But now, you seemed like a different person…

“Romania…”

He turned to you, and saw the look of want in your face. Your lips were parted slightly, cheeks dusted with pink, eyes filled with lust (or was that love?), and you were creeping closer to him. He’s so handsome… my heart is pounding… His lips were all you could think about. You had to have him. Now.

He chuckled. At least he had succeeded in seducing you. Those charmed eyes, flushed face, and lustful movements all proved how much you wanted him. Needed him.

Might as well… he thought to himself. You had proven yourself worthy of a genuine kiss. Not an emotionless one used to lower your guard, like he had tried earlier.

At least she’ll die in a passionate way, he thought in the back of his mind as he placed a hand on your bare knee.

Not here to mend

The promises that you break

I’m just fixing

God’s only mistake

You sucked in a breath of surprise when you felt Romania’s cold hand on your robe-less knee. You were leaning into him, one of your hands on the couch. You looked up at his face, just a few inches away. Now will he kiss me?... you wondered for a moment.

You saw him smirk; his fangs peeking out with excitement. His hand slid up your thigh, over your stomach, across your chest, and up to your shoulder. Before you knew what was happening, he had pushed you down on the couch and straddled your body.

He hovered over you for a moment, and then leaned down. His whole body pressed to yours, caging you in. You didn’t have a second to think before his lips covered yours.

You closed your eyes, and focused on the feel of his soft lips. Your heart was throbbing, and hormones were going so crazy that it felt like electricity was shooting up your veins. You instantly got that familiar fluttering in your stomach, along with goose bumps all over your body and a burning feeling down below. The kiss left you in the stars—you almost felt dizzy from the pure bliss and heavenly feeling.

Unable to hold your breath any longer, you pulled away and panted heavily. Romania wasted no time claiming your mouth again. He ran his sweet tongue across your closed lips, pleading for entrance.

You instantly complied and parted your lips a bit. He slid his wet tongue inside and wrapped it around your own, giving you chills of extreme pleasure. You touched your tongue to his, and almost shivered again at the sheer bliss of it. He intensified the kiss, and you pulled your arms up and ran your fingers through his silky hair—balling your hands into fists as he teased the inside of your lower lip with his tongue.

You moaned into his mouth, and you felt him smirk against your lips. “You like that, don’t you, darling~?” He purred.

You responded by kissing him harder and more fiercely, pressing his face even closer to yours than it already it was. He slid one hand down from your shoulder and used it to slowly open up your robe—a good distraction.

You gasped slightly and felt yourself heat up even more. Oh yes, you were definitely going all the way with him.

He moved his lips down to the crook of your neck; his soft face giving you a warm, tingling sensation against your throat and collar bone. “Romania…” You moaned out his name, voice full of passion.

He kissed your neck lovingly, and you couldn’t help but wrap your legs around his waist. You were already getting impatient.

He nipped and licked at your throat, sucking gently on your skin and leaving bruised marks. He almost didn’t want to stop, but the thirst for your blood was starting to overwhelm him.

Unable to bear it any longer, you tugged on his clothes. He paused in surprise; he didn’t expect that. You pulled on his trench coat and shirt, and he could tell you really wanted them off.

“Romania…” You almost whined. You let go of his clothes and brought him in for another kiss.

It’s now or never, he told himself. Deciding to start out slow, he pressed his lips to yours and gently cut your bottom lip with his fangs.

But what he didn’t expect was that you’d lick away the bead of crimson on your lip and pull away. Smirking, you told him, “…I tasted blood. You’re a naughty boy,”

His eyes widened in surprise. He wasn’t sure if what he saw was true or not. But he could’ve sworn you stood up, pulled off your innocent white robe, and revealed some sexy black lace lingerie that had been hiding beneath your clothes.

He blinked in disbelief, and then rubbed his eyes. But when he looked up again, you had a whip in your hands that he recognized from his torture room. Had she been in there?!... he wondered in shock.

You strutted up to him, and pushed him back down on the couch. “Now be a good boy for me?”

He gulped, now shy and timid.

After all, your secret S&M persona that you’d kept hidden away until now was both scary and sexy enough to keep even him at bay.

Pulling out more black leather torture tools you knew he had hidden—which surprised him because he thought they would have scared you away if you saw— you started chasing him all over his gothic mansion, laughing maniacally as he cried out helplessly for you to stop.

One more time

For the broken hearted

Three more times

For my dearly departed

Three time whore

Cupid’s coming for you

Down down down

Karma’s gonna get you