I changed the prompt just a bit.
This was inspired by Becca’s that was posted yesterday.
~ Heather
“I-I bit her?”
His skin was burning. It started off with just a small flare, but now it feels as if he had been set on fire. It felt as if he was standing in the sun…
The smell of his broiling flesh hit his nose, his eyes shot open. A screeched wail escaped him as he raised a clawed hand up to shield his eyes from the rising sun. His feet had squeezed into something hard, his wings flapped around quickly before he swung himself upwards and over the stone balcony. Quickly, he scurried inside and slammed the chamber doors and closed the curtains as quickly as he could.
He stood there, groaning as his body slowly flaked away the sun blisters and boiled red skin that had emerged when his sun allergy started to come out. He was directly in front of a mirror.
Oh, how he wished he could see himself in the reflective glass.
He started to peel the dead skin off when it wasn’t happening quick enough, the dead skin slopping to the ground as his vampiric features started to recede.
He turned his head towards his expansive wardrobe and looked for an outfit.
Something started to gnaw at his mind. Usually, you would pick out an outfit for him in the morning when you would wake up, but there were no clothes ready on your side of the bed. In fact, the sheets were not warm from your body heat, the pillows and quilts smelled bare from any fresh scent.
He stood there for a minute, he chewed on his lip in concern, then turned his attention to the wardrobes.
He started down the expansive marble stairs, his hide shoes clicking against the hide rugs that were spilt down the steps. There were no guards in sight, no court wizards roaming, no glaives making noise. The halls were hollow, bare as the day they had been made.
Worry sat in Noctis’ stomach.
Where was everyone?
Where were the guards? The jesters? The glaives? The maids? The wizards?
Where were you?
He wandered the halls, he ignored his throne room that was calling to him. He was searching for anyone, anything that would lead him to where anyone was.
Eventually, he caught the scent of a werewolf that was drawing closer to him. He turned his head slowly to see Gladiolus marching towards him, rage was guiding his steps towards his King.
“Gladiolus,” Noctis greeted as he turned to his shield.
“What did you do?” Gladiolus growled as he continued to marched towards his King.
“What do you mean?”
Worry turned to confusion as Noctis took a step back.
“What. Did. You. Do?” the royal shield snapped as he only continued his advances.
“What did I do?” the King barked back.
“What you did to her,” Gladiolus clenched his hands into tight fists, “you could have killed her!
“Who? Who are you talking about?!”
“The Queen!” Gladiolus roared. His fists launched out and snatched up the King’s jacket. He lifted the King off of the ground just enough for his feet to dangle in the air. “You could have killed her with that stunt you pulled!”
“What are talking about?!” Noctis snapped as his hands locked onto Gladiolus’ wrists. “I did nothing to her!”
“You bit her! There are marks all over her! Scratches, bites! She’s lost so much blood!”
Noctis stopped struggling against his shield’s grip to stare at the raging amber eyes looking into his midnight blue orbs.
“I-I bit her?”
#37 – Vampire!Noctis x Female!Reader (Heather)
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