Vampires nowadays were portrayed as weak, angsty things that sparkled in the daylight. The monster race known as the vampire was slowly being demasculinized almost every moment of every day. At least, that is what you were told almost constantly by your boyfriend, who seemed rather upset about the whole thing, as if you weren’t as well. After all, who was to assume the Twilight craze hadn’t affected you?
You sighed, looking up from your current book to watch Vlad pace in front of you, mumbling something or another about prissy vampires. You carefully marked your place, setting the book down on the couch as you looked up him, crossing your legs as you did so. “What are you on about this time?” you questioned, playing with a strand of your hair, not really that interested in the rant you knew was going to come. Really, after a week you would have assumed he would be over the whole sparkling skin thing.
Quickly, he turned his head to yours, his pale skin standing out almost as instantly as his blood red eyes. He quickly ran his slender fingers through his strawberry blonde hair, looking aggravated. “You know, if I announced to everyone I was a vampire, I bet half the girls would squeal!”
You tried to hold in the drastic and rather dramatic sigh you wished to release as you shook your head slightly. This was really getting old. How many times would you have to hear about this from Vlad?
Suddenly though, you found that you were not longer mentally rolling in self pity, because the space in front of your face was now being filled with Vladimir’s eyes, nose, and lips, which managed to draw most of your attention. “Am I scary?”
You couldn’t help but let your lips twist into a smirk when you finally registered his question. “Well who do you want to scare?” You cocked an eyebrow, holding in a bemused little laugh.
The nose in front of your face wrinkled in distaste and suddenly your wrists were pinned to the back of the couch, the now menacing-looking face even closer to yours. "That doesn't answer my question, (y/n)," He seemed to purr out your name, almost like a cat as he tilted his head just slightly, his lips splitting to reveal his teeth, including the two sharp canine teeth. Somewhere in your mind, you must have let it register how interesting it was that his voice and his actions could somehow send you two very different signals.
You tilted your chin up defiantly, raising your eyebrows a bit further up your forehead. "And you didn't answer mine," you stubbornly pointed out, not being able to resist poking at the man a bit. You two got into arguments of sorts quite a bit, and you had to say they were in a way enjoyable. Some couples lightly teased, you two just went a step or two further.
Vlad slowly backed away from your face, his red eyes searching your own (e/c) pair for a moment as if he were deep in thought, and then suddenly and without warning his lips parted, his mouth opening wide to show off his fangs, a small hiss accompanying the gesture. You couldn't help but gasp a bit at the sudden nature of the action, your hands attempting to get out of your grip to hit him, a reflex. As soon as he heard your gasp and felt the jolt of surprise that had run through your body, he closed his lips, letting a smirk appear on his face.
"So it looks like I can still scare a few people..." The words were mused against your lips as Vlad again drew closer to the pair. You couldn't help yourself from rolling your eyes though, not wanting to make eye contact with the vampire in front of you just yet, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how large your eyes had gotten.
"Who says I was scared?" You looked him in the eyes this time, your gaze sending something of a shiver down his spine. He was supposed to be the one with the powerful look, he had gotten many years to practice it after all, yet whenever you looked at him like that... he couldn't help but be affected by it.
A deep chuckled was emitted from the man hovering over your body, making you cautiously look his face over. He only ever got that pleased with himself when he did something mischievous.
Before you knew what was happening, he had moved you. All you knew was that one moment, he was hovering over your body, pinning your wrists to the couch, and the next you were on his lap, a leg on either side of his hips, and his lips were on yours.
There were only two ways to kiss Vladimir. The sweet, short peck on the lips or cheek, and the passionate, fingers in his hair, no room between your bodies kiss, and it seemed that right now, he was opting for the second choice.
You felt his hands on the small of your back, pushing your closer to his slightly toned chest. You couldn't manage to object to the action seeing as his kisses were always pleasant, well actually more than pleasant. Knotting your fingers in his soft, thick locks, you relented, practically melting into his chest as he continued to ravish your lips with his own.
Eventually, you needed to breathe, and so you separated from his lips, but only barely, letting your short pants hit his kissed-red lips as you smirked.
After a moment of time that was filled only with the both of yours’ soft pants, Vladimir spoke. "Tell me I'm at least a little scary..." he managed to get out after a deep breath, his lips again connecting with your for a brief second.
The smirk that had been plastered on your lips slowly transformed into a smile as you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling his arms wrap themselves protectively around you until you were being fully embraced by him. Gently and lovingly, you pressed your lips to the base of his neck, managing a small chuckle of your own. "Alright... You're scary... Just not to me anymore," you couldn’t help but add the last part.
Vlad didn't say anything after that, he simply held you tight to him as a hidden smile lifted up his lips. Maybe he didn't need to always be the scariest of vampires to hold up the monster's name... Because as long as he had you, he couldn't manage to find much anything more important than just keeping you in his arms.