Hello ^^
Welcome to my story!
A few things to note... this is a Catholic!Lovi x Vampire!Antonio
I would say Lovino is 19 and Antonio is around 24.
It's been about 4-5 years since my last story, which I have decided to put on hiatus as I write this one. (I'll probably end up rewriting it because my writing has grown ) I have a lot of inspiration for this story, as I find it fun to write!
Please leave a review if anyone's still out there that loves this ship~ or if you like the story!
Chapter I: First Night
An auburn haired man knelt down, his arms resting softly on his bed. A rosary with scarlet colored beads was clutched between his two hands, the silver cross gleaming from the dim light of lit candles. The man let his eyes slide close and he drew in a breath.
"Now I lay me, down to sleep..."
The window across the room was cracked ever so slightly, the curtains dancing as a slight breeze wafted into the dimly lit room. The olive toned man seemed unfazed when it a few pieces of hair blew from his face.
"I pray the Lord, my soul to keep.."
Unaware of a shadow creeping towards the cracked window, he continued his monotone prayer.
Chestnut curls swirled with the shivering wind of the night, emerald irises surveying his surroundings. The trees were rustling, their leaves changing colors and fluttering in the wind that surrounded a small cottage. Curiosity bubbled up somewhere in Antonio as he glanced into a cracked window, a slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he laid his eyes onto the man deep in prayer.
His eyes bounced about the room, an easel could be seen the farthest corner, an unfinished painting nestled against the wood. There were several canvases laying around. Most of which, he observed, were unfinished. Paints and brushes were messily thrown onto a desk, a leather binded book hiding beneath them.
"If I should die before I wake-"
Antonio's eyes locked back onto the man with olive skin. He studied him for a moment before he opened the window, leaning against it.
"I pray the Lord, my soul to take." Antonio hummed, his long chocolate curls playing with the wind.
"..!"
Hazel eyes shot open to meet an alluring emerald, the Italian man jumped back in surprise, the rosary he was clutching between his hands had flown behind him somewhere out of sight. The sound of beads dropping and rolling around the wooden floor did not register with Lovino at the time.
A red blush enveloped the Italians cheeks, the sudden interruption caused him to shudder slightly.
"What are you doing at my window?" Lovino manages, heart racing against his chest. "And who the fuck are you?" He demands, standing to his feet. Habitually his arms cross against his chest, a scowl planted on his pink lips.
'Aha, so cute~' Antonio thought, his eyes looming over the man, stopping around his exposed neck.
"Answer me, bastard!" Lovino demanded, stomping closer the older man.
"I'm, Antonio." The Spanish man hummed, his tongue sliding across his canines, his eyes had not left the Italian's pale neck.
Lovino let out a long sigh, he rubbed his fingers against his temple, losing the small amount of patience he had.
"That doesn't explain why you're creeping outside my window in the middle of the fucking night." He drew even closer, a mere five feet apart from the peculiar man in the window. His eyes were slanted with a harsh glare.
"Enjoying the view.~" Antonio teased, drinking in the sight of Lovino in a long white night shirt, his long slender legs exposed. "What's your name?" He asked, his finger tapping against the stone of the cottage.
"None of your damn business." Lovino spat vehemently , his face still hot and flushed. "Now get the hell away from my window!" He demanded, his glaring eyes burning into the man not budging from the window sill.
Antonio brought a finger to his chin, tapping it lightly. Emerald met brown with flecks of green.
"And if I don't wish to?" He asks playfully, one hand running along the edge of the window.
Lovino clenched his fists, his teeth grinding together. "Why won't you just go away?" He growled.
"Why won't you just tell me your name?~" Antonio retorted, taking joy in riling up the feisty man.
"Lovino." The Italian said flatly, rolling his eyes.
This man was really getting on his nerves. He scanned the man in front of him suspiciously. A thought crossed his mind that maybe he shouldn't have entertained Antonio's conversation. There was a sinking feeling pooling into his abdomen, he felt the emerald irises piercing into his soul.
"Lovino." Antonio mimicked, rolling it off his tongue smoothly. His eyes had not left the honey color staring right back at him. He saw what seemed to be a mix of caution and... dare he say it, fear. This caused the grin on his lips to widen. 'I want him.' Antonio noted, but he was having fun for the time being. "I think I'll call you, Lovi~" he purred, enjoying the reddish hue that stained Lovino's cheeks.
A glare is the only response that Lovino could have possibly mustered. Hazel eyes peeled away from the piercing emerald, instead they found themselves focused on the fallen scarlet beads from the broken rosary. Cursing under his breath, Lovino hurriedly picked up the beads, frowning slightly in disappointment. It was his favorite rosary afterall. He had almost forgotten about the presence that was Antonio. Almost.
"Lovi,~" The wind grew stronger outside, screaming like a banshee through the trees. Lovino froze in place, a shiver snaked it's way down his spine. There was a hint of deja vú, and he was certain he did not want to see the expression on Antonio's face.
"May I come in?~" The older man asked. The words sounded innocent, especially from Antonio's lips. But Lovino could not ignore the fear that he felt as emerald yet again pierced into hazel, luring the Italian in.
The candles in the room flickered like a snakes tongue, almost as if it were an omen for what was to come.
"Por favor?" Antonio asked again, his hand resting on his chin.
And that's the moment Lovino had snapped, he was pushed past his limit.
"Go away." he growled.
Lovino strode towards the window. With one swift moment he startled Antonio as he pushed the man out of the window sill and effectively slammed his window shut. The curtains flowed back in front of the glass as he cursed under his breath, his cheeks still flushed red. He blew out all of the candles in his room, his eyes darting to the crucifix above his bed. He said another prayer before slipping under the blankets on his bed and drifting into a deep sleep, hoping to have forgotten Antonio the next day.