Gift/Request – Vampire!Romano x Reader – Mine
“Oh, come on now, Jack; we haven’t even gone a full block yet! You can’t be that tired!” you said.
It was about ten at night. Your dog Jack had been whining about going out, so you took him on a walk so he could (hopefully) relieve himself out there rather than inside. Unfortunately, your little Shih Tzu was fat, lazy, and really played up that whole “my breed was favored by Chinese royalty so I’m ruler of this apartment” thing.
Before you had even gotten to the corner, he had decided he had walked enough. Jack stopped and lay down right smack in the middle of the sidewalk. No matter how much you tugged on his leash or bribed him with treats, he was not going to move.
You sighed and knelt next to the 25-pound dog. “All right, come on.” Your dog slowly dragged himself into your lap, doing his weird sighing purr noise. Once he was settled in your arms you turned back towards your apartment.
The walk was much more tiring carrying your dog. When you finally got back, everything was still and quiet. Even the air felt heavy and immovable. You crept into your apartment, not wanting to disturb anything at all.
You placed Jack on the floor and removed his leash. Your shoes were kicked into the corner, and you padded into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. Your dinner was a fresh pastry you had made earlier that day. Once you finished your dinner, you picked up a pen and began writing out your shopping list for the next day. You would need to pick up more tea bags, some soap, crackers, a book for your upcoming trip, Jack’s special oatmeal shampoo…
Something moved in the next room over. Your head jerked up as you whirled around, hearing a male voice muttering. Unable to find a knife not in a squeaky drawer, you gripped your pen tight and held it up, ready to attack. Slowly, you inched toward the hallway connecting the kitchen to the back room.
Once in the back room, you snatched up a vase in your free hand and dove under the spare bed. Footsteps went down the hall and passed the room you were in. You tried to let out your breath slowly and quietly, but you wheezed due to the dust under the bed. Your eyes widened in fear as the footsteps entered the room quickly.
You couldn’t see anything due to the dust ruffle. The person was wandering around the room, opening drawers and the closet. The footsteps stopped when they were standing on the side of the bed your feet were near. You didn’t dare breathe for fear of wheezing again.
The person grabbed your ankles and dragged you out from under the bed. You screeched as they hefted you onto their stomach like a sack of rock salt. Your dog was howling from the other side of the apartment, probably locked in a room or closet.
You flailed and kicked as you screamed, trying to break free of your assailant. They wrenched the vase out of your hand and tossed it onto the bed. While they were distracted, you took the moment to break free and run away.
You tripped into the front room, scrabbling on your stomach for the door. The deadbolt was still secure, the regular lock in its usual locked position, the chain in place and uncut. How had they gotten in? While you fumbled with the locks, the man ran into the room. He slammed one hand onto the door and wrapped his other arm around your chest.
During this struggle, you managed to free the hand holding your pen. You used the pen as a knife and stabbed through the back of their hand, watching the tip emerge through their palm. By the door was a table with a glass bowl on it. The bowl became your next weapon when you smashed it over their head.
The hand that didn’t have a pen sticking through it whirled you around. You hissed and snarled like a tiger until you realized who the person was. At that moment, you collapsed to the floor, shuddering and taking in what you saw.
It was your boyfriend Lovino, the very same man who ripped out and crushed your heart (figuratively) before disappearing off the face of the earth for four months. He was glaring down at you. His hand, with the pen still stuck through it, was held slightly out at you and forming loose claws. Shards of glass littered his hair and shoulders as well as the ground around him.
After a few moments you staggered up onto uneasy legs. You felt nauseous and upset, both because he had reappeared and because of his appearance.
“H- h… How…” You stumbled while trying to step forward and were caught by Lovino. You shoved him away.
“How dare you! How dare you do this to me! How dare you break my heart like that and just up and disappear, and then just magically reappear like this and make me think I’m going to get murdered! You absolute bastard! I’m never going to forgive you for this! And how is it you’re not even crying? I freaking stabbed you through the hand! With a pen! You’re such a wimp and a crybaby; I don’t understand!” you cried.
Crap. He’ll probably take my confusion as concern and think I’m letting him off the hook.
Lovino sighed and looked at the shards of glass on the floor. He ran his uninjured hand through his hair before speaking up.
“You have every right to hate me and be confused. I won’t deny you that. Still, if you’ll just hear me out…”
“And why should I do that? You discarded me like trash!” you said. You turned away and began looking in closed rooms for your dog. “If he’s hurt I swear to God I’ll kill you. I don’t even know why I haven’t already. You don’t-“
“Goddammit, just shut up and listen to me!” Lovino cried. He sighed in frustration and pointed at a closet door you had walked past.
You rushed to the door and freed your dog. Lovino stared as you gathered the fat bundle of fur into your arms, coddling him and cooing calming words into his soft ears. He sighed and tugged on his bangs after a moment.
“Look, I can tell you why I was so rude before I disappeared, and why I left, too. Please, just let me talk to you. I can tell you everything if you’ll only let me stay and talk with you.”
"Fine… Come with me; we can sit and talk,” you said, putting up your standoffish front again.
Once you were curled up in a plush chair, petting your dog on your lap, and Lovino was perched awkwardly on the edge of your couch, he began his story.
“This is going to sound so untruthful… Well, about two days before I last saw you, I got in a car accident. I should be dead… Though I guess in a way I am. I was saved by this completely random dude who came out of nowhere… I was about to bleed to death, but he took me to some place. I don’t even know where.” Lovino paused and took a shaky breath, hanging his head between his knees.
“He… The guy said he could save me, for a price. I didn’t ask what that price was. I didn’t care. I told him to do it because… Because I had a beautiful girlfriend waiting for me… A- And I wanted to give her something, something really special. So he smiled, and there was pain in my neck when there hadn’t been before, and everything went black.”
Lovino was silent for a few moments. When he lifted his head, his expression was similar to that of a kicked puppy. Never before had you seen him look like that.
“When I woke up, I was in clean clothes. I felt great, better than ever before. But I could hear the man’s voice still in my head. He was nowhere in sight. He made me say all those terrible things to you. The thing I was going to give you was still in my pocket, but when I tried that day to give it to you my head felt like it was going to burst. He said I wasn’t allowed to, that my price is to live forever and serve his every whim, and that I could never talk to you… So after that day, I ran. I ran to find that guy… And I killed him. That’s why I was gone for so long… I couldn’t get close enough… But I finally did it.”
“Wait. What do you mean by ‘live forever’? And… What is it you were going to give me…?” you asked softly.
Lovino held up the hand you had stabbed. The pen was till through it, causing you to cringe. He pulled it out carefully. You nearly threw up. You could see his eye through it!
“Wait… Keep looking…”
As you watched, the hole slowly grew smaller until it disappeared. He wiggled his fingers and clenched and unclenched his hand. You stood quickly and walked to him, taking his hand in yours. It was perfect, exactly as it had been before he had disappeared.
“But… But how…?”
“(f/n)… This is going to sound really far-fetched, but… The man turned me into a vampire, and I’ve been his prisoner for four months. I swear I am telling you the truth.”
You stared wide-eyed. After a few moments you dropped his hand as if it were a dead rat, standing quickly. Nervous laughter wracked your body.
“Ahahaha… Good one, Lovino. This is great. What sort of special effects did you use? Aha… Ha…” You stopped yourself when you saw the look on Lovino’s face.
“I’m not trying to pull one over on you. I’m telling you the truth. Look, I can prove it.”
Lovino smiled, looking exactly like the man you had fallen in love with. His smile faded, and an apologetic look replaced it. His eyes flashed silver, growing more demonic in appearance. Lovino moved his jaw almost as if he were chewing. Very slowly, he opened his mouth to reveal a full set of fangs. Every single one of his teeth were fangs, and they were still growing longer.
The glint in his eyes disappeared, and as you watched his teeth melted back into regular teeth. His eyes turned from evil to remorseful. Lovino moved toward you and hugged you, moving as slowly as possible.
“I came across a hunter while I was looking. He let me live because I told him about you, and that I haven’t drunk human blood yet. He said I can become a human again if I drink the blood of either the vampire who made me or the vampire who made him. Since the one who made me is dead, I’m going to go look for the one who made him.” Lovino paused and fumbled in his pocket.
“Before I… Died… I had been ready. I was ready to start a family with you, and I still want to. Please… Take this so I have a reason to fight. I still love you, (f/n), and I want to fix this,” Lovino whispered as he slipped a simple diamond and sapphire ring onto your left ring finger. He slowly let go and walked towards the door. You stared at the ring for a moment before whistling. The whistle caught Lovino’s attention and brought Jack to stand next to you.
“I’m going with you.”