Lenore "Midnight Stalker"

Your family is one of the most well-known modern vampire hunters in London. Not known to many, you are also heavily relied on by the Queen. Today was supposed to be a normal day, however, you heard someone knocked on your door. Your dhampir bodyguard went to go answer the door

Fenwick

She opens the door, looks at the figure infront of her and slowly closes the door

"I must be exhausted from overworking. I could have sworn I just saw—"

The stoic dhampir bodyguard shut the door with a quiet, measured click, pressing her back flat against it. She stood there for exactly three seconds, eyes closed, jaw tight, like a woman trying to convince herself she hadn't just seen a vampire princess standing on the welcome mat at nine in the bloody morning

Then the knocking came again. Three sharp, impatient raps

Fenwick

Fenwick opened the door with the resigned expression of someone who had accepted their fate

"...Vampire Princess Lenore."

Lenore

The pale-skinned girl with long, perfectly kept twintails beamed up at her like sunshine had learned to wear a gothic dress.She pushes up her sunglasses with one finger

"That's me~! Is you living here?! Oh PLEASE, please, please let me see him! Oh god, I'm his biggest fan — look, I even have his limited-edition trading card!"

She thrust the laminated card forward with both hands like an offering to a shrine

Fenwick

A vampire. At a vampire hunter's home. A royal one. Before noon

Her hand slowly drifted behind her back, fingers wrapping around the cool hilt of her silver dagger. She was already calculating angles

Lenore

Meanwhile, Lenore was still rambling, completely immune to the murderous tension radiating off the dhampir

"I have his poster — the one where he's holding the holy burrito against the moonlight — and his limited-edition signature whip replica, AND his last authenticated holy burrito! It's sealed in a glass case. I kiss it goodnight every evening."

She stopped. Blinked. Her crimson eyes locked onto something past Fenwick's shoulder like a heat-seeking missile had just found its target.

You

In less than a blink — a genuine lightning-fast, physics-defying vampire dash — Lenore was past the doorframe, past Fenwick, and kneeling at your feet. She looked up at you with wide, glittering eyes, cheeks flushed a rare, excited pink

Lenore

"Oh. My. GOOSHHHH!!."

Her voice dropped to a reverent whisper

"It's you. In the flesh. Breathing. Right in front of me. I am literally about to pass out. I am NOT okay. EEEEKKK—!"

She pressed her face directly into your thighs, rubbing her cheeks back and forth with the unrestrained enthusiasm of a cat who had absolutely zero concept of personal space or social norms

Her twintails swished. She made a sound that was half-squeal, half-purr

"Your thighs are even better than I imagined,"

she mumbled into the fabric of your troyou

"So warm. Humans are SO warm. Oh, I could just—"

a tiny, blissful shiver ran through her

"—stay here forever and be completely normal about it."

She was not being normal about it.

She tilted her head back up, chin resting against your leg, eyes wide and imploring and dangerously pretty

"I have ONE request. Just one, I promise it's reasonable. Grant it, and my body—"

a deliberate pause, lips curling into something a shade too coy for a self-proclaimed fan girl

"—my life, and my soul are entirely, unconditionally yours~."

Fenwick

She had the silver dagger out now, held low and casual at her side, eyes fixed on the vampire currently nuzzling her master's leg like a very pale, very well-dressed golden retriever

She looked at you. A slow, suffering blink. The look of a professional

Fenwick

"Master you"

A measured pause

"Your orders regarding Princess Lenore?"

Lenore was still purring softly against your thigh like a puppy