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CanadaXVampire!Reader-Cold Blood
You crashed onto the snow covered ground as the white snow flakes that fell from the sky landed on your hair. Your breathing became shallow, your red eyes becoming distant and lifeless. You tried to get up, but your limbs wouldn't allow it and you just laid there in the snow. You were so weak. You hadn't drunken blood for such a long, long time. You were dying. Dying of starvation. And now the cold too.
"Huh? O-oh no!"
"Who's...that?" You thought as you heard snow crunching beneath feet. A blurry figure soon stood above you.
"Are you alright?" The figure asked in a sort of accent. Canadian maybe. You soon felt hands take hold of your forearms. "H-how long have you been out here? You're almost frozen!"
Were your limbs really that stiff already? Well, you have been in the freezing cold for awhile. You felt yourself being lifted and carried. You slowly looked up at the figure, the person who doesn't even know you but doesn't want you to freeze to death. The person must of been male by his soft but deep voice. And since your head was lying on his chest, you didn't feel the softness of breasts.
"My cabin is just up ahead. I'm bringing you inside so you can warm up, okay? So try to stay with me." He looked down at you just at the moment when your vision managed to clear before blurring up again. You had caught a glimpse of his appearance. He had blonde hair with a curl it looked like and he wore glasses that were in front of violet eyes. You also saw him give you a small smile.
You were brought inside and placed in front of a fire place. You were unresponsive to most of his questions as he placed a thick blanket over your shoulders and headed into the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. You were still dazed, still weak from your lack of blood intake. But you felt a bit better after being carried inside into this stranger's home. You stared into the fire and then placed your hands out to it. Because of the cold and possibly the lack of blood, your senses were slow so the warmth of the flame very slowly crept onto your finger tips.
"The chocolate's done now." The man said as he walked out of the kitchen, holding a mug in each hand. He handed you one, "This should warm you up." and then sat down on the ground next to you.
He gave you another smile before you looked down at the mug encased in your hands. You brought it to your lips and sipped. It was warm. Nice and warm. Sweet too. Your eyes closed as you savored the chocolaty taste of the hot chocolate once done with the sip. A faint smile crept on your lips. This was nice for you. It was peaceful. It was warm.
Ba-bum
What was that?
Ba-bum
Your eyes shoot open as you realized what that sound was.
Ba-bum
A heart. A beating heart. Your eyes jerk over to the man who was taking a sip of his hot chocolate, his cheeks flushed. You could hear his heart beat. That must mean your senses were thawing out. The faint scent of his blood then wafted up to your nose.
And then your fangs popped out.
You quickly covered your mouth with your hands and because of your sudden action, the mug you were holding dropped to the ground. The chocolate spilling on the floor.
"H-hey! Are you alright?" The man asked with worry laced in his voice. He quickly grabbed your shoulders. He then pulled you into a hug when you started to shake.
The scent of his blood was much stronger now now that he held you in a hug. The smell of his blood and your growing hunger made you unable to resist any longer. You shakily raised your hand from your mouth onto his shoulder and gripped his shoulder tightly. Then you moved your head close to his neck.
"What are you doing...?" The man said before your fangs pierced his flesh. You heard him gasp. He moved back a little, dropping his hand from you back onto the wood floor, but you had a good hold on him. His other hand clenched onto your shirt and the blanket still surrounding your body.
His blood tasted delicious and different. It was warm and sweet. Like the hot chocolate he gave you. He gave out a few faint grunts before you started to feel his grip loosening.
"It's time to stop now, (Name)." Your brain told you. But you lips didn't part from his neck. The man's hand was sliding down to the ground.
"It's time to stop." Your eye brows collected together, your lips still in contact with his flesh. You wanted to break away, but at the same time you didn't. His blood tasted so good.
"Stop! Or you'll kill him!!!" That made you instantly let go of his neck. The man fell backwards and passed out. You sat there, wiping and licking the blood away from your lips. You were full now. Your red eyes that symbolized your hunger quickly faded to your normal eye color.
Your eyes went back to the now passed out man in front of you. You stared at him for a few seconds before sighing slightly in relief at the sight of his chest slowly moving up and down. He was still alive. You then got up, the blanket fluttering to the floor. You were about to head to the door when you stopped yourself. Your eyes shifted from the direction of the door to the man on the floor. The man that took you, a stranger to him, out the of the cold. Where you could of died. He also gave you a warm blanket and hot chocolate. And all you did to repay him was forcibly take his blood and spill the hot chocolate all over his nice wooden floor. You bit you lip and then sighed. You placed the blanket over him, licked the blood away along with closing your fang holes and cleaned up the chocolate spill. You then suddenly felt a little tired after doing all of this and just slept on the floor, a good enough distance away from the man. Not like you were going to wake up with a stake through your heart or anything. It was just a little cat nap.
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You opened your eyes with a yawn to meet face-to-face of the man you bit last night. Your eyes widened in shock. How'd he get so close to you?! You quickly sat up and scooted yourself away from him. You stiffened when he started to move, but he only groaned and turned over. You sighed and then decided you had to get out of this cabin. You got up and headed over to the door. When you opened it, you met the whitish blue snowy wall that completely covered the other side of the door. You then shut the door and then your head landed on the door's surface with a 'Thud'.
"I'm snowed in..." You said to yourself. "And with that man too..."
You crashed onto the snow covered ground as the white snow flakes that fell from the sky landed on your hair. Your breathing became shallow, your red eyes becoming distant and lifeless. You tried to get up, but your limbs wouldn't allow it and you just laid there in the snow. You were so weak. You hadn't drunken blood for such a long, long time. You were dying. Dying of starvation. And now the cold too.
"Huh? O-oh no!"
"Who's...that?" You thought as you heard snow crunching beneath feet. A blurry figure soon stood above you.
"Are you alright?" The figure asked in a sort of accent. Canadian maybe. You soon felt hands take hold of your forearms. "H-how long have you been out here? You're almost frozen!"
Were your limbs really that stiff already? Well, you have been in the freezing cold for awhile. You felt yourself being lifted and carried. You slowly looked up at the figure, the person who doesn't even know you but doesn't want you to freeze to death. The person must of been male by his soft but deep voice. And since your head was lying on his chest, you didn't feel the softness of breasts.
"My cabin is just up ahead. I'm bringing you inside so you can warm up, okay? So try to stay with me." He looked down at you just at the moment when your vision managed to clear before blurring up again. You had caught a glimpse of his appearance. He had blonde hair with a curl it looked like and he wore glasses that were in front of violet eyes. You also saw him give you a small smile.
You were brought inside and placed in front of a fire place. You were unresponsive to most of his questions as he placed a thick blanket over your shoulders and headed into the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. You were still dazed, still weak from your lack of blood intake. But you felt a bit better after being carried inside into this stranger's home. You stared into the fire and then placed your hands out to it. Because of the cold and possibly the lack of blood, your senses were slow so the warmth of the flame very slowly crept onto your finger tips.
"The chocolate's done now." The man said as he walked out of the kitchen, holding a mug in each hand. He handed you one, "This should warm you up." and then sat down on the ground next to you.
He gave you another smile before you looked down at the mug encased in your hands. You brought it to your lips and sipped. It was warm. Nice and warm. Sweet too. Your eyes closed as you savored the chocolaty taste of the hot chocolate once done with the sip. A faint smile crept on your lips. This was nice for you. It was peaceful. It was warm.
Ba-bum
What was that?
Ba-bum
Your eyes shoot open as you realized what that sound was.
Ba-bum
A heart. A beating heart. Your eyes jerk over to the man who was taking a sip of his hot chocolate, his cheeks flushed. You could hear his heart beat. That must mean your senses were thawing out. The faint scent of his blood then wafted up to your nose.
And then your fangs popped out.
You quickly covered your mouth with your hands and because of your sudden action, the mug you were holding dropped to the ground. The chocolate spilling on the floor.
"H-hey! Are you alright?" The man asked with worry laced in his voice. He quickly grabbed your shoulders. He then pulled you into a hug when you started to shake.
The scent of his blood was much stronger now now that he held you in a hug. The smell of his blood and your growing hunger made you unable to resist any longer. You shakily raised your hand from your mouth onto his shoulder and gripped his shoulder tightly. Then you moved your head close to his neck.
"What are you doing...?" The man said before your fangs pierced his flesh. You heard him gasp. He moved back a little, dropping his hand from you back onto the wood floor, but you had a good hold on him. His other hand clenched onto your shirt and the blanket still surrounding your body.
His blood tasted delicious and different. It was warm and sweet. Like the hot chocolate he gave you. He gave out a few faint grunts before you started to feel his grip loosening.
"It's time to stop now, (Name)." Your brain told you. But you lips didn't part from his neck. The man's hand was sliding down to the ground.
"It's time to stop." Your eye brows collected together, your lips still in contact with his flesh. You wanted to break away, but at the same time you didn't. His blood tasted so good.
"Stop! Or you'll kill him!!!" That made you instantly let go of his neck. The man fell backwards and passed out. You sat there, wiping and licking the blood away from your lips. You were full now. Your red eyes that symbolized your hunger quickly faded to your normal eye color.
Your eyes went back to the now passed out man in front of you. You stared at him for a few seconds before sighing slightly in relief at the sight of his chest slowly moving up and down. He was still alive. You then got up, the blanket fluttering to the floor. You were about to head to the door when you stopped yourself. Your eyes shifted from the direction of the door to the man on the floor. The man that took you, a stranger to him, out the of the cold. Where you could of died. He also gave you a warm blanket and hot chocolate. And all you did to repay him was forcibly take his blood and spill the hot chocolate all over his nice wooden floor. You bit you lip and then sighed. You placed the blanket over him, licked the blood away along with closing your fang holes and cleaned up the chocolate spill. You then suddenly felt a little tired after doing all of this and just slept on the floor, a good enough distance away from the man. Not like you were going to wake up with a stake through your heart or anything. It was just a little cat nap.
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You opened your eyes with a yawn to meet face-to-face of the man you bit last night. Your eyes widened in shock. How'd he get so close to you?! You quickly sat up and scooted yourself away from him. You stiffened when he started to move, but he only groaned and turned over. You sighed and then decided you had to get out of this cabin. You got up and headed over to the door. When you opened it, you met the whitish blue snowy wall that completely covered the other side of the door. You then shut the door and then your head landed on the door's surface with a 'Thud'.
"I'm snowed in..." You said to yourself. "And with that man too..."
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Any way, this is my first Fanfic! First CharacterXReader thing on here to be exact! Hope it's not bad or anything 'cause I know that I've been "dead" lately with all the not uploading pixel pictures and crap...
On wards on how I got this idea(Like people really care), I was hopped on Hetalia and then I was reading Hetalia Fanfics and then there was this one CanadaXVampire!Reader that gave me this idea.
Now that I think about it...this story was a little warped from when I first thought of this idea...
Here's the story----> [link]
Part 2-----> [link]
Part 3----->[link]
Canada (c)
Any way, this is my first Fanfic! First CharacterXReader thing on here to be exact! Hope it's not bad or anything 'cause I know that I've been "dead" lately with all the not uploading pixel pictures and crap...
On wards on how I got this idea
Now that I think about it...this story was a little warped from when I first thought of this idea...
Here's the story----> [link]
Part 2-----> [link]
Part 3----->[link]
Canada (c)
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