Yandere!Wilbur × Platonic! Vampire! Reader
Requested?: no
TW: forced platonic affection, drinking of blood, mention of implied murder, claustrophobia
Everyone has heard stories about vampires at some point in their life. About the creatures of the night that live in isolation as dangerous outcasts. Monsters that feast off of the blood of innocent humans. Some vampires may often even take a special liking towards a human, wanting to own their blood, flesh, mind and emotions. On the pages of old storybooks it's not unusual to find tellings of obsessed vampires.
But who would have thought that the tables might ever turn? That it would be the vampire that becomes a victim to a human's sick nature of curiosity and fascination? You surely didn't, but here you were- stuck in the middle of an absurd tragedy.
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You see him approach you with a smile, through the bars of the old cage you sat in. The man brought a plate with fruits and a plastic blood bag.
"Good morning, [Name]. Did you sleep well?" he puts the food at the table and opens the latch of the cage. "I hope you had time to think about your behaviour and how much you worried me with the last stunt you pulled."
Wilbur had locked you in this cage for days, after you attempted to escape by shifting into a bat and flying away through an open window. You have barely eaten anything during that time, refusing to give up. The unbearable hunger gnawed at you, your whole body shaking with phantom cold.
Being only a hundred years meant that you were still heavily dependent on regular meals, and the time spent with a coven- something you didn't have and something the vampire-obsessed man wanted to become to you.
"Come on, I am sure you learned your lesson by now. Now shift back and eat something.", he takes you out of the cage himself, knowing that you would try to protest and continue your hunger strike just to spite him.
Your instincts shoot up at that, recognizing Wilbur as a predator and a danger to a vampire fledgling like you. Without even wanting to you shift back into your human-like form, needing to appear bigger and stronger. But the man is in no way intimidated by that, solely laughing with joy at seeing you again and having you in his arms.
"There's my little vampire! How is my sweet monster doing?" Wilbur holds you close, his body creating a strong contrast to your icy cold skin, void of any humanly life.
Your voice is raspy, after not having used it for days and you constantly get interrupted by coughing and feral growls deep from within you. "Let me- argh! rah-you son of a bi-"
Slender fingers lock around your jaw firmly and intrude into your mouth, pushing your gums apart. "Look at that-what beautiful fangs you have. Let's see...they look fine so far. Better than before, that's for sure. I told you to let me brush them for you and now look! They are all healthy again. Good job!"
His smile is a wide one, and he doesn't seem to take it seriously that you are not a small and helpless child and that he is forcing his care onto you. Or that he took away your freedom on a random way, like it was nothing.
Wilbur was still very much aware of the kidnapping and keeping you captive, but he could not care less. He was fully convinced that what he did was out of love, and necessary to keep you safe from the world that wanted to hurt you.
"I don't need your help! I don't need jack shit from you! Just let me go!", you wriggle in his tightening hold. But you were never quite strong enough, even before Wilbur started to weaken your vampiric powers by mixing garlic into the blood he fed you.
You were young and scared. All alone in the situation where you turned from predator into prey.
Wilbur rocks and shushes you, his hold never faltering and voice never straying from the usual sickly honeyed tone. "Shhh...[Name]. There, there, it's okay...you are safe here with me... I don't wanna hurt you, dear. I just want to take care of you, okay? You are much too young to be living on your own in a world that despises creatures like you."
"I am much older than you, idiot." It was truly frustrating having to deal with the likely most annoying kidnapper the world ever had to witness.
"You may be older by the years you have lived, [Name]. But you still look like a child and act like one. You will never mature quite fully. Think of it as an extended childhood."
He pierces the blood bag with a small straw. He insisted that you had to go easy on your new and small fangs, even if you were fully capable of ripping muscles with them and had done so many times.
"An endless childhood for you to enjoy...with a loving older brother to take care of you..."
He brings the bag close to you and the strong smell immediately overwhelms your senses.
Your whole body is shaking and pulsating, as if your undead heart began to beat again. All you can see is the crimson red of your next fulfilling meal and the hunger is screaming at you to bite, kill and feast. You are not able to hold back anymore after being starved for so long. You latch onto the straw, draining the bag relentlessly.
The man looks at with fiery eyes full of adoration. It's pride and satisfaction, the feeling of being needed and dependent on. The more of his blood flooded through your system, the stronger the bond between you got. Only the sire- the main caretaker of a vampire- was supposed to feed them so often at the fledgling age. It was a gesture of love and care, something reserved only for the own coven.
"Shh...do not worry about a single thing, darling. Your brother will take care of everything." Your eyes are getting glazed over, your body going into a blissful stage of satisfaction and serenity.
The surrounding warmth, swallows you whole and engulfs your mind into a calming darkness. You barely register the movement as Wilbur starts walking down the hallway of the castle.
And by the way, who told this guy that all vampires had to live in dark gothic castles, isolated from everyone? This was simply a stupid stereotype and did not include broke-ass vampires like you.
Once you fully drain the bag of the liquid crimson, you get back to your senses and pull back with rapid breathing. Everything spins around you and there is still this weird fuzzy feeling of safety present in your mind. Not even the sight of Wilbur can settle it. If anything your mind only seems to be fogging up again at his approving gaze and the gentle touches.
A cruel smirk stretches on his lips. "One day we will be a coven, be a family."
Your breaths, although calm now, still make it hard for you to speak. You are loosing your powers and Wilbur is gaining control. "You will die eventually. I will always outlive a mortal..."
Slender fingers cup your face. The deep brown of his eyes gain this sombre glint.
"Then I will just have to find a way to become like you. I will find one of your kind, someone who will be willing to turn me. Every single one that declines, I will kill with a stake through the heart... I don't care that you don't want us to be a family.", his hot breath feels chilling against the nape of your neck. You shiver at it and want nothing more than get away from this crazed guy.
"Once I turn immortal, you will be stuck with me for an eternity. There is no escape from my love...you are mine forever, [Name]."
A kiss is planted on your forehead. A seal of an unbreakable promise.
"Come on, sleepyhead. It's time for my baby bat's nap." His voice switches back to the usual sweet tone.
You are much too weak to fight against all this. You can already hear the first voices in your head confusing Wilbur for your sire.
He approaches a sumptuous coffin, fit right for your person.
"No-no! Wilbur...please! Don't do it-"
The man shushes you again, as if trying to comfort you. "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen to you in your sleep this way. Listen to me, [Name]. I know what is best for you."
The small tears get wiped off your pale cheeks in an instant. Your body gets lowered into the velvet bedding, fitting snugly in the center of the thick wooden walls. There is no convincing with just weak pleads.
"Please...what if I promise to be good? I will sleep in your bed today and let you cuddle... I won't protest you calling me your little sibling and you giving me your love. Please, Wilbur, I will be good! - don't leave me alone in here..." You cry in desperation and fear of the claustrophobic place.
Your salty tears are kissed away by soft lips.
"I know you will. And with time you will actually mean it."
The heavy lid gets closed despite your cries of agony and a lock clicks outside, locking you in the narrow space without the ability to escape.
"Sleep well, my dear [Name]. We have all the time in the world now..."