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Reader's Name: Y/N. Starring: Damson Idris as "Franklin Saint" from Snowfall.
A/N: Franklin as a vampire, I would've binge-watched the hell out of that series, 😩
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Summary: You had a feeling that your boyfriend Franklin was a vampire after a plethora of months after disappearing, until he returned to your house. Explaining his side of the story.
Warnings: dirty talk, praise, overstimulation, rough sex, worshipping, mention of murder, choking kink, use of the n-word, vampire!Franklin, confession, possessive!Franklin, consensual intimacy.
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You remembered the night too vividly, you could've sworn it was bad dream since you always ended up in the safe comfort of your bedroom.
The silent dark night had arrived once again before your eyes opened, moonlight shined through the light green curtains as your bonnet rested on your other pillow and you groaned lowly, your box braids pooling around your face. Sporting a plain tee shirt and matching sweatpants
Rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes, blinking twice just to be sure. All you remembered was that you went to your job, clocked out, and came home.
You sat up from your bed, making a beeline for the doorway, the door creaked open with a push of your hand. Heading inside the bathroom to relieve yourself, wash your hands and wipe them off with a soft green towel on the rack.
You had a gut feeling that Franklin was a vampire, the shift in his demeanor and his pearly white shiny teeth sharpening like knives, the crimson red color in the iris of his eyes that used to be dark brown, but immediately changed when you were around.
Every time you saw the news on television, there was a string of murders and missing bodies of men who looked your way, catcalled, a former boyfriend or anyone who tried to harm you.
It was a strange pattern that you took notice of.
You walked toward the window to see a figure walking toward your house, squinting your eyes long enough until you could make out the familiar silhouette. It was him—Franklin.
The way he moved was predatory, confident, like he owned the night itself. Every step he took was deliberate, and your heart raced in your chest, anxiety and an undeniable thrill.
The moonlight cast a silver glow on his deep ebony skin, accentuating the sharp angles of his face, making him look even more ethereal, almost otherworldly.
Missed me?
What?
Y/N, it's me, Franklin.
Your eyelids widened in shock from hearing his voice in the depths of your mind, it was really him. What happened to him?
