Romano x Enchantress!Vampire!Reader Part 5

When you entered Romano's room again you found him sitting in one of the recliners in front of a lit fireplace, staring into the fire. The fire reflected beautifully in his already blazing autumn eyes as he sat there staring. He didn't even seem to notice your entrance, not that you were surprised. You silently took a seat in the recliner in front of Romano's own. You crossed your legs and placed your hands in your lap.

You just sat there and admired the handsome Italian's features in light of the warm flames. You loved the way his skin glowed in the orange light of the fire, and how his eyes seemed to blaze even more. His hair gained a different luster as well, and in the light of the welcoming flames he seemed so much more approachable than he normally did. You allowed yourself a small affectionate smile to grace your lips.

Eventually though you decided it was time you announced your presence, and catch the attention of your Italian companion. You deemed that you had put this off long enough.

“I have returned, my dear Romano.”

You saw him jump in his seat before he set his gaze on you, frown placed upon his face, but the reason behind his frown was beyond you.

“Are-a you feeling better?” he asked.
“Yes, I am.”
“Va bene [Good].” You noticed he wanted to ask more, but he seemed to sense that you were ready to open up and decided to save the other questions for later. “So, are-a you going to-a tell me, why the hell you've been-a acting so weird lately-a?”
“Yes, I am.” you said again. “You wondered about has been plaguing my mind, correct?” He nodded. “Well, I have been reminiscing – contemplating about the past. A past I wish I could forget.” you said solemnly.

“When I heard the word 'demon' slip from your brother's tongue, it made me recall the Time of the Hunters' as we vampires refer it. A rightful title for a time such as that, indeed, for it was during that time we were being hunted by humans because of what we were. We were shunned, loathed and hated. They raided our homes, burned down our castles and killed many of us by using gruesome methods we deemed inhumane, and they deemed as salvation.” You stared into the fire as you spoke and told Romano about your experiences during that dark Age. The sorrow and pain danced in your eyes as they shone in the light of the flames.

“They captured us and tied us to poles, and then they watched us burn in the sun at midday!” you growled at the word 'midday' in disgust, as if the word itself had done you harm, and let go of a murderous look. Romano shivered in fear at the face you made. He had never seen you give such a bloodthirsty look before.

“Many had their limbs torn from their body and were put through horrendous torture. Humans' kind of torture of vampires consisted of stabbing the vampires' bodies repeatedly in all places that were not vital, to make the torture last as long as possible. When they were done with their victims, they were sent to burn in the sun at sundown, where the slow burning torture began.”

Romano was stunned at the cruelty of humankind of that time, and he found it hard to believe that someone like you had been there and gone through it. But you were sucked up in your memories, and wasn't really paying much attention to the outside world anymore. To you it was like you were there once more, reliving the events.

“Due of the small amount of sunlight the sun radiated at that time, the torture was in a way worse than midday. It continued to burn your skin until you practically begged to be killed, but the humans did not give that kind mercy. They just sat back and let the sun do its work.”

You snapped back to reality for a bit, and noticed Romano's expression when your eyes locked with his again. “Oh, I apologize. I believe I allowed myself to get a little carried away.”
“No, va tutto bene [No, it's okay]. You-a saw all of this with-a your own eyes?”
“Yes.” you replied curtly. That was one reason you didn't like talking about your past. Because you could easily get carried away in them as you spoke. And that meant it could take you forever to get to the actual point of the storytelling.

“Many of the murdered ones during these bloodbaths were my friends.” you said in a sullen tone. “However, this was not all that has been plaguing my mind.” you said.
“Then-a what else?”
“When I recalled all the massacres and hunts, I also found myself considering my own personal life and past. My birth and my mentor.”
“When you say-a 'mentor', what do you-a mean?” Romano asked with furrowed brows.
“Oh, I simply prefer the term mentor, rather than Creator, that is all.” you smiled somewhat.

Romano stared at you curiously. How could you make a light joke in the middle of all of this? He thought back to the murderous aura you had emitted before, and shivered at the thought.

“I can tell you are on your guard. Did my appearance alter in the midst of my story?” you asked.
“...”
You took his silence as a 'yes' and sighed. “I apologize. I tend to lose track of myself in my memories when I retell my stories.” you said apologetically. “So I am sorry if I have frightened you.”
“No, it's-a nothing, don't-a worry about it.”
“I can tell you have many questions unanswered, my dear Romano, however would it be acceptable to discuss those particular questions at a different time?” you asked.
He nodded. “Sì.”
“Now, is there anything else you are wondering about, Romano?” you asked tenderly.

He gave it some thought and came up with a few things he had wondered about for some time now, but hadn't gotten around to ask yet.

“Dunque [Well]... I've-a always wondered why you-a never turn anyone when-a you bite them and suck-a their blood.”
Your eyes widened a tad bit, but then softened again. “Well, I should have anticipated for you to ask that question eventually.”
“E [And]?” he urged.
“Because a curse has been placed upon my being, it has made me unable to pass my blood on.”
“Una maledizione [A curse]?”
“Yes, a curse.” But you wouldn't elaborate any further and Romano just let it be, and went on with his next question.

“When did-a you discover the power your-a song grants you?”
“I was 'born' with it. It has been with me ever since I became a child of the night.” you replied calmly. You thought back to your birth and mentally giggled fondly. You turned your attention back to Romano and locked eyes with him.

“Is there anything else you wish to know, my dear Romano?” You brought your hand up and gently rested it on his cheek. You saw him turn away, face beet red and with a slight scowl, but you just chuckled caressed his cheek.
“Shall I take that as a 'no', Romano?” you teased him slightly.
“...” He didn't say anything, but remained quiet. Then you saw him struggle to suppress a yawn that wanted to slip out.
“I do see that you are tired. Do you wish for me to lull you to sleep?” you asked in a sweet voice. He gave a small nod, and that was the only answer you needed before you scooped him up in your arms – using your vampire strength – placed him on the bed and pulled the covers over him.

You sat down next to him and started to sing a sweet lullaby to him, that would coax him to sleep, as you rested one of your hands on his cheek and used the other to play and stroke his hair softly. You were careful to avoid that precious and sensitive curl of his as you caressed his soft locks of dark auburn.

When you were certain that he was fully asleep, you made the decision. You would do it. It might be risky, but you believed him to be ready to take it.

You removed your hand from his hair and brought it up to your mouth. You bit down on your wrist and drew a small amount of blood what you collected in your mouth. You then leaned down to Romano, and used one of your index fingers to gently pry his mouth slightly open, then you softly covered his mouth with yours and let your blood enter him.

When you were sure he had swallowed your blood, you moved your mouth to his neck and lightly nibbled on it, leaving two small holes in the skin, but they weren't deep.

You leaned back and let your little ritual take effect before you curled up around him to keep him from thrashing around too much later on.

“You have a long night ahead of you, but please bear through it.” you whispered in his ear, and you felt his body stiffen slightly, twitch, and then he started squirming a bit in your hold, but you didn't let go. You had his body in a strong grip that stopped him from thrashing around too much.

“I am sorry, Romano...” you whispered.

~*~*~*~*

Romano landed on something hard – the ground. When he stood up and looked around he saw that he was in some old town from the 14th century. What on Earth? Where the fuck was he? And how did he get here?

He tried touching something but ended up going right through it. It was like he didn't even exist there. What the hell was going on?!

Then a girl that seemed to be somewhere around 14 years old and looked like younger version of you, with radiant, flowing [h/c] hair, gleaming [e/c] eyes and a radiant smile on her lips, walked past him, reciting some things out loud, as if to make sure she didn't forget anything.

“Yes, mother besought four pounds of flour, a half gallons of milk, two sticks of butter, one dozen of eggs, a half pound of salt, three leeks, three heads of lettuce and five pounds of pears.” The girl giggled slightly to herself. “I am graveled about the reason wherefore she would be necessitating all of this, or what she is even planning on making. I cannot fathom what recipe in which all of this shall be necessitated.” the girl giggled with a happy face.

'Those fucking ingredients don't even mix together for anything.' Romano thought.

“Mother also besought new plaids, wool thread, needles and clouts, which she spake was for father. I recall father considered last winter that his plaids were turning worn.” the girl smiled. She seemed to radiate warmth and happiness.

Mother had sent me out to purchase a few items for her, and of course I went. However, had I known of the reason she sent me, I probably never would have left.

A familiar voice sounded and echoed through his mind.

“Who-a said that?!” Romano yelled, but got no answer.

The girl went to several shops and markets where she bought her items. She was surprisingly good with arithmetic and bargaining with the vendors, and was quite street wise for a girl of that age. She put the items in a large sack that she had with her.

When she was done with the shopping, she started walking towards another end of the city, and of course Romano followed. The girl didn't seem to have any trouble carrying the heavy bag of supplies, which surprised Romano, but he still felt he wanted to help her even though he couldn't.

Little did I know what to expect when I came home.

Soon they arrived at a rather large, soft cream colored mansion. A big, healthy garden with summer green grass, many flowers of different species and colors, and an impressive, large apple tree in the back, which was filled with red, perfectly healthy apples, ready to be picked.

Romano was amazed by the sight of the garden, and almost didn't notice the girl enter the house. He quickly followed her, and once he stepped into the house he noticed something amiss with it. Firstly, it was very quiet, almost eerily quiet. Secondly, it was strangely empty. Everything was clean and empty. There were furniture left, but barely any personal decorations at all.

The girl went into the kitchen and set down the sack of supplies on the floor and then went back into the main hall and up the stairs. From there she went towards a room and knocked on the door.

I went to my mother's room to announce my return from the successful trip to the vendors, with the supplies she had asked me to buy.

“Mother? I have returned with the supplies thou besought.” she called, but got no answer. “Mother? Mother?” she called, still no answer.

She opened the door and found the room completely deserted and empty. Her eyes widened and she quickly rushed around the mansion, opening every door she could find, only to find emptiness in every single room. She called out to her mother and father as she ran.

“Mother?! Father?! Where are ye?! Pray, answer me! Pray tell me ye have not left me! Mother! Father!” she cried out. Eventually she made it to her room, and found that that was the only untouched room in the whole mansion.

When I opened the door to my own room and found it untouched, it confirmed what I had feared – they had left me. Mother and father had left me there all alone. They had sent me out to get supplies and used that time to turn their backs on me. They did not want me.

The girl collapsed on the floor in tears. “MOTHER!! FATHER!!” she screamed to the empty mansion.

~*~*~*~*

Years went by, but the girl remained alone. Eventually Romano learned her name, and it confirmed his suspicions – it was [Name] [Last Name] – the girl was you when you were still human.

You continued to live in your family's old mansion and managed to sustain it by dressing up as a boy and working for payment in several places here and there. But your heart ached, you felt lonely and sad. You barely had any friends, since everyone thought you were weird, even those you called 'friends' thought you were a little weird.

You weren't like other girls. You did not care too much about your appearance, yet you were more beautiful than any of them. You did not enjoy going to parties, yet men swooned over you. You did not have your nose up in the air, you rather held your head high and proud. You were polite, but straight to the point. You had not gone to school, yet you were smart and street wise. All of this made you stand out from them and they pushed you away because of that. You held a rare beauty – that none of them could match – at young age, and that made them despise you.

Romano was forced to watch as your friends eventually left you and left you to suffer through the days without being able to do anything to help. He didn't even know why he was there, or even where 'there' was.

Then one day when you were on your way home from work, you were now about 19 years old, you ran into a man.
“Oh, do forgive me, sire. I did not look ahead of where I was going.” you apologized to the man.
The stranger took your hand and looked you in the eyes. “No, it is quite alright, young lady.”

You took a good look at the man. He appeared to be in his early to mid 30's and had short hair that was a mix of golden and dirty blonde. His eyes were deep and beautifully hazel colored, and his skin was as pale as moonlight.

'Interesting.' you thought. You extended your hand towards the man. “It is an honor to make thine acquaintance, sire. I am known by the name of [Last Name] [Name], may I inquire of the honor of knowing thy name, good sire?”
The man took your hand and lightly shook it with a light smile. “The honor is mine, young lady. I go by the name of Corona Archí.”

This was my very first meeting with my mentor, and from hence we only grew closer.