[Chapter Limit - Complete] The Dimitrescus x FEMALE!Reader One-Shots

A Cold Kiss pt. 2

Bela clicked her tongue before dragging you out of the cellar in her swarm of insects. Once you stopped, you were in a bedroom. She didn't even give you the chance to question her before a metal collar was secured around your throat and her sickle was pressed against your cheek. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, staring into each others eyes before she set her sickle down, finally understanding that you weren't going to try to break free.

"Why didn't you kill me?" You asked softly, keeping your hands at your side so she didn't reach for her sickle again.

You were met with silence until she leaned in and nuzzled into your neck, taking a deep breath. Her hands gripped your wrists and she was surprisingly gentle with you, she didn't even sink her fangs into your neck like you had thought she would've. 

'Gods, this is going to drive me insane.'

"Your heart is racing," She giggled, moving her hands from your wrists to snake her arms around your waist. "Why do you care why I didn't kill you?"

"Because Cassandra has talked about killing me for the last week." You muttered, earning another giggle from her.

"She wants to kill you for another reason," She hummed, tilting her head to look at your face. "Because you're my pet now. Those two don't take care of their pets so mother said I could have you."

"Where have you been?"

The question left you before you could even think about it. She went silent shortly after, moving so you were now face-to-face with her. You internally braced yourself, expecting her to grab her sickle and slice you for asking a question like that -- but nothing came. Her gaze dropped to your lips before her eyes locked with yours again, a soft sigh passing her dark colored lips, drawing your attention to them.

"I don't have to explain anything to you."

"Of course, my lady." You sighed in defeat, finally glancing around the room.

For the most part, the room was organized; a comfortable looking bed in the corner farthest from the window, the metal piece on the wall connected via chain to your collar, a simple bedside table with an open book on it. You were brought out of your examination of the room by Bela guiding you to the bed, forcing you to sit down. Your [E/C] gaze landed on the wall behind her, noticing the shackles she could've put you in.