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Looking at the ceiling, you were laying down on the ground of the empty castle Count Dracula used to live in. After killing Lucy and a lot of other townspeople, he was killed by Dr Van Helsing, who was only trying to save Miss Mina. You understood he was trying to do the right thing, but it still hurt so bad to think the love of your life was dead - again.
Renfield walked into the room you were, bringing a plate of food. You weren’t hungry, but you had to eat, you were only human after all.
“It’s what I could bring you…” He sat down beside you, looking at your face that was wet with tears. Even three days later the pain wouldn’t stop.
“I don’t want to eat.” You said in a small voice.
“I know it hurts, y/n. It hurts for me too.” The man placed a hand on your shoulder.
You managed to sit, still too weak from staying awake all night and sleeping from crying by the light of day, repeating the cycle day after day.
“Why did he have to do that to Miss Mina?” You cried out loud, hiding your face in that space between his shoulder and neck.
“Shhh.” The man kissed your hair, hugging your body and trying to comfort you. “We’re gonna figure it out.”
“But what if we don’t?” A sob left your throat.
“We will.” He said, and he sounded like he knew what he was doing. “I just need to find blood.”
“How much?”
“A lot.”
“Fuck.”
“Don’t say things like that.” He warned, knowing his master hated those kinds of words coming out of your mouth like that. “Now eat, I’ll do my chores.”
You didn’t have the strength to tell him he didn’t need to do said chores anymore, after all, his master was dead. So, yeah, you stayed completely quiet, trying to eat the bread and the fruits he managed to steal for you.
-
Another week had passed, Mina married Jonathan and it didn’t seem fair. They were having the time of their lives on their honeymoon and here you were, still mourning the loss of the Count that stole your heart.
The little garden you planted near the castle’s entrance looked sad, everything you did these last days was like that. Sad.
Renfield was doing God knows what inside that castle that last week, you almost didn’t see him anymore. It was, again, sad, but what could you do? He said he was doing his chores, that must be some sort of form that he managed to deal with his grief, you thought.
What you had no idea was that Renfield managed to bring the vampire back to life. Well, not life, but, you see, managed to bring him back. The count was too weak to get out of his coffin and hunt, so his familiar had to bring the food to him. Everything undercover, as always.
He didn’t want to bring your hopes up in case this madness didn’t work. It was just a plan he managed to come with, after all.
-
That same night, you were sitting by the flowers in your garden, watering them and, as always, talking to them. No one could blame you, they were the only things who would listen to what you needed to say.
In the tall window of the castle, where you couldn’t see, two male figures appeared. They were looking down on you. The tallest man leaned against his servant, too weak to stand by himself yet.
“How is she, Renfield?” The vampire asked not taking his eyes off your figure below them.
“Trying to live, I guess.” The other answered calmly. “She refused to eat the first three days. Didn’t want to leave the room your coffin was in.”
The count hummed in response, of course he liked you too, but he was afraid he would hurt you, being a vampire and all. That’s why he didn’t do anything about it yet. For the first time he didn’t want to turn someone into a vampire, too afraid you wouldn’t want to be one.
“She’s in the garden almost every night now.” The familiar continued to speak. “Talks to the flowers and all. I think I’m not talking too much to her.”
“You think?” His left eyebrow shot up as he looked at the smaller man. “You’ve been neglecting her.”
“I’m trying to bring you back in full force to be with her and to make her happy. That’s what I’m trying to do.”
“And you can’t stay with her when the sun is up and I’m sleeping?”
Yup, it must be working if Dracula was bitching at him again, Renfield thought.
“Not gonna answer that.”
“What?!”
“I said I’m not gonna answer that.” Renfield said a little louder.
“You’re lucky I’m weak.”
“Meh.”
Dracula’s face was something else at that moment, but he rolled his eyes and stared at you again.
-
Now, one month has passed since you had lost him. The rain was falling heavily against your umbrella, but you still could hear the song you played on the record player. The garden was a little bit better now. You sighed, looking at your red roses and your tulips, they were getting bigger and bigger. Maybe it was because you were talking and singing to them every night, you heard somewhere that it helped plants grow.
Someone cleared their throat behind you.
“I thought you were busy with your chores.” Your voice was bitter. Renfield really stopped talking to you after a while.
“Oh, he was.” This wasn’t his voice, tho.
You turned around so fast your umbrella fell to the ground. And there he was. The count. In all his glory.
Your mouth opened and closed but no words came out. The rain now soaked your dress, the song changing inside the castle, the thunder making you jump slightly.
“You’re-”
“Yes.” He moved closer. He was soaked too.
“How?”
“I’m actually not sure, dragă.*” The romanian word came out of his lips sweet as honey.
It was all too fast for you to comprehend, in one minute you were looking at him like he was a ghost and the other, you were in his arms, holding him like he was gonna disappear.
“Don’t you ever dare to do this again!” You sobbed.
“I promise I’ll never do this again, dragostea mea.**”
He held your face with both hands, looking deep in your eyes. You weren’t sure who got closer first, but in seconds your lips met.
Renfield was at the door, looking at you with a little smile on his face. He knew you would forgive him for his absence.
*= dear/honey
**= my love