Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera.
Hello! So, my annual Halloween story is a bit different this year. Instead of a one-shot, I've written a drabble fic that also doubles as a kinktober fic. I've never done one before, so I figured it was about time I did! This features Vampire Erik! I'll try and update everyday from here to Halloween, but no promise! haha
Hope you enjoy, if you do, leave a review,- I thrive off of them!
It took him a long time to realize he was immortal.
He had always wondered why death never could seem to ensnare him, no matter how hard he tried. No matter how badly he had wished to melt into the dark depths of nothingness, never to hunt the cursed ground he was bound to walk for eternity ever again—
Then he saw her.
A precious, innocent angel, cloaked in a blue bustled gown with blonde curls draping down her back stood on the other side of one of his trick mirrors meant to fool and trap his victims. A picture of ecstasy in its truest form. He could smell the blood pulsing through her veins, and his throat burned with desire. She would be an easy target. She wasn't large, hardly rounder than a twig and he doubted she had lifted anything heavier than a hairbrush in her life. Yes, she would be divine and he would take her slowly, and then—
Then he heard her.
A precious, innocent songbird….
The Earth revolved around her, his new discovery. He refused to share; she was the first ray of light he had seen in ages in his miserable, damp world. Her voice was silk and glass shards all at the same time, and he found his desire to hear her far overrode the painful burn in is throat.
His precious, innocent songbird.
He knew he could never approach her.
So instead, he watched.
The mirror became a frequented spot in his daily routine, taking interest in observing the young lady doing the most mundane tasks of everyday life until his wicked thoughts turned into wicked daydreams of this innocent creature doing….not so innocent activities. To him…and him to her…together…
He felt a passion ignite down below that he hadn't felt in centuries.
As she lay asleep on her divan, her curls spread about her like a halo, he concluded that this diamond in a pile of dirt couldn't be lost.
She was too….well….he couldn't place what she was to him. Precious? Desirable? Collectable?
His eyes softened as he looked at her again.
He knew what he had to do.
The mirror clicked open.
To be continued...