vampire x reader one-shot | mdni!
word count;; 16.1k, dividers included to break it up.
story synopsis;; you’re a crime scene cleaner who happens across an advertisement for a mansion housekeeper in exchange for room and board. it’s close to work, close to your university, and an easy job. the ultimate package. right away, you notice the owner’s beauty as well as his eccentricities, but decide to commit to it. the spiral into depravity and debauchery begins when you’re tasked with cleaning the site of a savage murder, solidifying you as a irreplaceable treasure.
story warnings;; dead dove: do not eat. graphic depictions of violence + body gore + horror. murder. manipulation. extreme dubcon. explicit noncon. blood play. cigarette burns. wounds inflicted on mc. hypnosis. obsessive + possessive behaviors. implied stalking. overstimulation. extreme sexual sadism + implied masochism. gun violence. brief religious themes. heavy exploration of morality. unreliable narration. prose heavy. vampires are actual monsters. the entire story is an allegory, please reference author’s note at end.
do not dismiss any of these warnings. there is no part of this one-shot that is sfw, it is intense from beginning until end. the occurrences in this story are not indicative of my personal viewpoints. mdni under any circumstances!
thank you, @ceruleansol for your excellent proofreading! I’m looking forward to working with you on other projects!
Another internet search bore fruit.
The image bouncing back at you from your phone had been hastily taken with a tremble in your hand, all the while launching a few too many cautious looks across your shoulder to either end of the dim, long hallway making up part of the second floor. There wasn’t any particular rationale for your apprehension and busy eyes but the belief the mansion owner wouldn’t be too pleased to see you taking pictures of his valuables rather than cleaning them.
That fear hadn’t stopped you from reverse image searching a good couple of curiosities over the widening gap of time you had been living there. Tonight was a chalmette table vase displayed on a pedestal in the hall; brassy gold gilding cradled a somewhat drab white bloom that reached high and sprouted open to a hollow inside. Similar surviving articles went for thousands. You totaled the prices of everything so far as enough to outright buy a house on the more modest side of town.
There was a daring thought that loomed in the back of your mind, an ugly little thing that told you one or two missing antiques wasn’t any big deal. He wouldn’t miss them, let alone even notice they were gone, because he was the strangest man you had ever met.
Four months ago, he had only ever introduced himself by the name Montague, letting an anticipatory stillness hang in the air while you waited for him to finish. He never did, handsome features lifting as his dark eyes thinned and smile inched higher. He had you in a tight handshake.
“I enjoyed reading the resume you sent in with your response to my advertisement.” He had traces of an accent intact but had cleverly adapted to one more common to the area. “You’re the first person I’ve come across wanting the room who’s done that. It really stood out to me. A crime scene cleaner? Must be a difficult job.”
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