Crooked Winged Bat - Vampire!RomaniaxReader - P2

Part Two: Working Together

Romania had been a little concerned because of the annoying chatters of the bats that flitted in and out of the window with information for him. Occasionally one would fly in and smack into a wall, only to make him panic that you would be woken up. However, every time he heard you give a little whine in your sleep, reliving those gods awful memories of being forced to wear all the frilly pretty pink dresses that Austria used to by for you to go out to high society parties with, he would find himself staring. Occasionally he would chuckle as you scrunched up your pretty face and other times he would ignore the chatter of the bats, sat down on the ceiling above your bed, and then stared at you. He sighed happily and it was only when dawn broke that he quickly snuck back into his own bed.

"Good morning Puiule*, and how did you sleep in your pretty purple pyjamas?" Romania giggled evilly toward you as you sat up in bed. You wanted to smack his face in and quickly you leapt out of bed, grabbed your clothes, and headed toward the washroom. But just as you were about to walk out, Romania lifted up a finger with your black corset hanging from it. "I think you might be wanting this little number."

"You jerk!" You snapped back, lurching forward to snatch it out of the air and hurry into the wash room. The noise woke Spain who mumbled something but Romania just grinned at him. You dressed quickly, a neat little white vest over your chest, a white shirt over it, the black corset over that, and a pair of leather trousers that showed off your butt a bit too much. But as you walked out looking ready for action of all sorts, you gave a harsh yelp as Spain gave you a hearty, but friendly, slap to the bottom.

You leapt, almost into the air, but were suddenly grabbed firmly at the shoulder and you turned around as if to slap… Romania was smiling warmly at you and patted your shoulders to comfort you. You were suddenly staring straight into his red eyes and feeling quite embarrassed as he looked into your own beautiful orbs. For a moment, what seemed perhaps like a lifetime, you two just sort of searched in each others eyes and for a moment you almost leant in to kiss him as he seemed to purse his lips. But swiftly Spain leapt into the mix and gripped them in a harsh hug.

"We're all happy now! It's time to go slaying!"

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"So… what exactly are we doing in this dirty old place? I know we're on the boarder, but that means the Strigoi are more aware of offenders aren't they? Or have they all turned loco and I'm supposed to kill them all until we find the ultimate cult leader or something?" You groaned gently as you strolled with Romania and Spain through the murky and dirty streets of crooked houses and badly cobbled paths. Everywhere people seemed to huddle into themselves and ignore how Romania was wearing a bright purple cape and mahogany coloured dinner jacket. He looked all giggly and could not stop smiling, and though part of you wanted to kick him in the crutch, another part of you was pleased to see such a cheeky smile.

"Do you have to use that term? Strigoi are walking dead… we're not dead at all – we just come off a little too stiff in polite conversation." Romania chuckled gently, immediately finding a joke in your insult and making your left eye twitch a little. How could you work with a guy that didn't take things seriously? Hungary was right about him – he was damn annoying when he was idiotically cheerful.

"Perhaps you guys just need to lighten up… I suggest by letting me cut your heads off more often…" You grumbled as you continued to pace around and were soon presented with a very large puddle. You did not care of course, but before you even had a chance to stomp through and look tough, Romania scooped you up like a bride in his arms and walked through it. You kicked your legs in the air and bucked to get out of his cradling arms but he did not care and when he let you down, you were quick to kick him in the shin, only to miss him and hit Spain instead. "Sorry Spain! I didn't mean it – but you! You Romania should not treat me like that; I'm not a damsel and I don't need any kind of chivalry – especially not from a blood drinker!"

"You make it sound like I insulted you – I was just trying to be nice. I've not had a partner to work with before and I thought, Bulgaria thinks I'm weird when I don't do that to him, so if I do it to my new friend then would they still think me weird?" He grinned visibly, the one fang protruding slightly and you felt like slapping yourself in the face. This was the most idiotic situation you had ever been in – why was he so cheerful when the world could be so dark? He was a vampire – he should be sexy, seductive, and god damn evil, not a giggle-puss! "So you'd rather I did this then?"

The words took you by surprise, as did his actions and you were quick to realise that he had just read your mind. But you were still fuming too much to respond to his motions and before you knew it, you'd been pinned to a wall and he had your head pushed to the side, your neck visible as he gently shifted the locks of your ___ hair that blocked his view. Then, as you tried to stiffen and fight back, he pressed the edge of his chin to the soft skin of your nape and whispered over it, making the Goosebumps rise.

"If it's what you'd like… I'd gladly make you my slave…"

"¿Qué demonios estás haciendo? What are you doing to her, that's not how you work with a partner Romania! You can't turn them!" Spain began as he jumped and down in upset, fiddling through his little Spanish Inquisition uniform to find the holy water he kept to flick at the eyes of vampires… it was not that holy water was actually of any use but more that anyone having water flicked in their eyes was not going to blink a lot.

"I was only joking with her. Don't worry ____, I won't read your mind again and I won't be so naughty. But you should guard your thoughts more carefully, don't you know even the slightest aggressive inclination can attract ghouls?" Romania chuckled but you flicked his ear and he quickly gave a frown and what you assumed were the vampiric equivalent of puppy eyes. But Spain just flapped his hand and sighed.

"They believe the Upyr has returned to the region and is recruiting using his witchcraft again. He's not a normal vampire you see – he's a type of witch that charms people to do his bidding or to let him drink blood or anything he wants really. The Upyr is causing a lot of problems amongst the young vampire community about taking in new people to work for him. Apparently he's looking for a specific female he believes is amongst the younger vampires that he forgot to take with him. Apparently she's important and everyone's a little worried that if he doesn't get her he's going to kill everyone." Spain sighed gently.

But you were more confused. Sure you'd heard of them going after particular women before but often it was because they were relatives that the more corpse-like vampires would kill by accident… some also acted like succubus and followed specific people because they could get certain powers from them in carnal acts. But this just sounded strange… Once again Romania seemed to read your mind, only this time you assumed it was more because the question was hanging in the air.

"I know the Upyr very well… he's an enemy to most of my clan and I fought with him for years. But the girl he seeks is what he refers to as his daughter; some wayward child he forgot to pick up or something. The problem is the young upstarts tend to be a little too eager to follow him because he's so scary, has a lot of hot women working for him, and more terrifyingly then anything he's got some Kudiani witch working with him that can control dragons! He apparently knows how to do that as well. So whoever he believes is his daughter will get a lot out of the association… that's if he's referring to her as a daughter in the baby-daddy thing and not I made you with my blood thing…." Romania growled softly. The Upyr he knew were not really vampires; they were not in desperate need for blood and they could not be detected by any conventional methods….

"This Upyr guys sounds troublesome. But if I remember they're not Real vampires so why don't the big guys actually do something. Surely they can get rid of this guy and stop hassling us to try and solve it. It's about time the so-called Coven got their finger out. Why are we just wandering around anyway?" You grumbled before tripping over a loose cobblestone and falling forward. Once again Romania grabbed you, but this time he didn't smile when he looked you in the eyes and instead he looked sad. Had you just insulted him? For some reason it worried you that he would be upset about this Upyr thing.  

"Because the Upyr can control us and make us go mad. The restraints the Coven was able to create for us could easily be turned off by his magic and we could become terrors again. We can't fight him because he's older then all of them… he's been around longer then the Coven's eldest leader and we're all scared of him. They thought he was dead and buried… but to think he's alive is terrifying." Romania looked scared and you almost wanted to ask why, only to find yourself stroking his cheek gently to comfort him.

"He killed your parents, and I bet he probably killed a lot of the others' families too."