If I truly was more afraid then this in my life, I'm sure I wouldn't be alive right now.

Fear is all I felt in a place like this. The Dimitrescu Palace was no place for a measly person like me. I can hardly recall as to why I even thought that going through that gate was a good idea.

I get pushed into a dark room by the 2 Lycans that have practically kidnapped me in the halls. I didn't even know they worked for the Lord. The shaky feeling that moved my very soul gets stronger when I see the sight before me.

A simple table that had a white cloth that fell briefly to the ground like a waterfall, a singular white candle lit on top of the table. The only form of lighting I have really seen throughout this damn castle.

Silverware was already placed, with plates and wine glasses. 2 large, crimson red chairs, with a detailed gold lining, sat across from each other from the table. One of them pushed back for me.

It would've been a pretty sight, the only table shining in this dark room, if it wasn't for the person— no, creature that sat in one of the chairs across from what was supposedly mine. Sipping a already filled glass of dark, red wine. Or... maybe it's blood.

A shiver ran down my spine. Dimitrescu, the master of this castle, is sitting and expecting me. If he had noticed me, he made no comment, and showed no sign of it.

he's going to kill me, isn't he? It's the perfect moment to strike.

I meekly, and shakily walk towards my fate. I sit down slowly on the large, velvety chair. My eyes on the man.

Dimitrescu, not making any movement, eyes me from behind his glass of wine. Those golden eyes pierce through me. I shiver with terror.

He gazes at me, for a few seconds, that in reality felt like long hours, and finally spoke, "you're here, good."

he sets down his glass with, believe it or not, in a elegant way. Soundless and smooth. His golden, cat-like eyes never leaving mine. His voice was velvety and deep, like a silk ribbon wrapped around one's throat. It felt just as suffocating.

I sunk into the chair, I want to disappear forever. I managed to stutter out quietly, a meek:

"W-what do you want?"

Dimitrescu snorts, a small smirk threatened to form on the corners of his lips. But it subsided as quick as it came. Though, his eyes still showed some sort of bemusement. He finds it funny to confuse his prey, doesn't he?

"What do you think? Tell me, now."

"Are you going to e-eat me?"

This time, Dimitrescu cracks a thin smile and let's out a quiet, deep, smooth chuckle. His canines glisten in the candle's light. I can imagine those sharp teeth biting into my throat and ripping it out with ease.

I sink further into my plush chair at that horrible thought.

Dimitrescu stops chuckling in pure, malicious amusement and picks up a metal cigar-like item. It was thin and shiny, with a snake design on it. It was like a very long, metal cigarette.

I can smell the strong smell of tobacco as he lit it with a match he had had in his pocket. He made the match catch fire from the flickering candle. He watches me closely, like a hawk, behind his slender fingers as he lights the cancerous blunt on his pale, pink lips. He inhaled deeply.

"Ah, no. You're not on my menu. You're not worthy to be eaten by me." He says rather bluntly. Smoke flying out of his mouth like a dragon. It curled up, hypnotizing, in the air. I didn't know whether to be relieved, or insulted. He puffs out a ring of curling smoke in my direction, it makes my eyes water.

"I'll just let some other low-life creature devour you." He stated with a quiet chuckle. I freeze at that statement, and quietly gulp down the thick feeling in my chest. Dimitrescu held his glass of dark, crimson wine to his lips, but before speaking, his eyes trailed up to mine.

"I guess you can call me..." he smirks from behind his glass, "a picky eater?" He spoke sipping his wine agonizingly slow.

Black-brown hair, slitted golden eyes, menacingly tall and lean. Muscles that showed beneath his pearly white and gold dress coat. Pale skin that would put Snow White into shame.

Lord Dimitrescu oozed with a presence that spoke of power. No wonder Father Mirai doesn't even mess with him. Dimitrescu smelled of roses, spices, and ice-cold fear.

A silver-gold ring, with a white jewel rested on his slender finger of his right hand. It gleams in the light. I stare at it, instead of those eyes. I wondered if the precious stone was white quartz. I'm trying to distract myself.

Dimitrescu was not quite egoistic, but he knows that he's one of the most feared creatures out there. He makes others intimidated of him with ease of that a butterfly fluttering. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't go bat-shit crazy when things didn't go his way.

After his sip of wine, Dimitrescu patted his unstained lips with a white tissue, shutting his eyes. He let out a deep hum, as he put the metal cigarette back to his lips, and inhaled the smoke.

I highly doubt that a creature like him is effected by the cigarette. He could probably smoke everyday and not even let out a cough.

He let out a exhale of smoke into my face, once more. I wanted to gag, but I didn't dare as golden eyes stared me down. Those haunting eyes seemed to be all seeing, I can never tell what he's thinking, or feeling. Those eyes seemed to hide many secrets. Secrets that I didn't want to know.

"You want to know what I really want from you?..." He questions. His voice drawled slightly, like a purr. It sounded like he was making a deal with me. He is the devil himself.

I shakily nodded, holding my breath. He shuffled up closer on his chair. A thin frown pulling at his statue-like features. Putting his hand on his chin. His eyes never leaving mine. The frown deepens on his face.

"Why are you here?... in a place like this?"

I wasn't expecting that... at all. I thought he would threaten me, or just get it over with and kill me.

"Because..." I paused. His eyes were with an unreadable emotion, I watch as his sharp nails start to tap on the table rhythmically. I gulp in thickly.

"I found myself lost... it was cold." The tapping stopped, Dimitrescu's face leaned closer. The slits in his eyes became dangerously thinner. But he made no sound, and barely any movement.

I came to realization that he was observing me. His eyes ever watching for the slightest trickle of sweat, or quickened breath, listening soundlessly for an imbalanced heartbeat.

He was searching for a lie. I wanted to whimper. Goosebumps prickled at me. I was not lying, but what if he thinks I am.

Suddenly, he leaned back, and sighed. The frown on his face became a straight line. He shook his head. The candlelight on his face made him seem angelic.

"You're very foolish, I'm wondering why you're not dead for you're unsurprising amount of stupidity." He said each, and every word laced with venom and frosted cruelty. I found it very insulting.

"You come crawling into my domain. Expecting no consequences? You foolish, foolish human," He scoffed. Putting the metal cigarette to his mouth. Inhaling yet again the reeking smoke.

"You're nothing but a insignificant worm for our entertainment." He chuckled sadistically. The smoke rising into the air, I was choking. Putting his hand to his mouth staring into me in a mocking way. The amusement he gets from this is undeniably heavy.

I was seething on the insults he practically thrown my way. A boiling, hot retort was expanding in my mouth to show this bastard what's new, but it died on my tongue almost immediately. My eyes blown wide with fear.

Dimitrescu's eyes shined menacingly in the candle's shine, no longer in a playful, mocking light. The cat-like slits in his eyes sharpened as he stared straight into me. The candlelight reflected sharply on his features.

He was daring me to say one single word.

I shut my mouth almost immediately.

Dimitrescu's eyes crinkled at the ends in smug amusement. He knows I can't do anything. He knows he has complete power over me.

We had a little staring contest until a creature that was deathly skinny and pale entered soundlessly in the dark room. It had long, black hair and a gaping mouth. I shivered when I set my gaze on it, it looked human, or what was once human.

It handed Dimitrescu a silver tray with a cover on it. It then turned towards me and gave me a similar platter. Another creature came, it resembled a lot like the first one, just darker skin. It was holding a bottle of ancient red wine.

It shutters as it shakily poured red wine for me and Dimitrescu. Nearly spilling the wine several times, but it somehow managed to not spill one drop of the crimson liquid onto the white table cloth.

When done pouring the wine. It grabbed the cover to our trays and removed them, revealing what looked like a small steak, a few salad leaves and onion petals to the side.

It was a very small portion. It looked way too small to be a meal itself, and more like a appetizer. Dimitrescu said nothing. But he glared at the creatures with some look of disappointment.

"Well, you sure took all your time to come." He said in an impatient manner to the creatures.

Both creatures abruptly turned way, and walked off. I would've guessed they ignored Dimitrescu, but I knew that was far from it.

I didn't want to know what the meat was, but I knew for sure that it wasn't normal steak. Same goes for the wine. My appetite left me, so I decided that I will not touch my meal at all. Pushing it to the side in slight disgust. The Lord spared a small glance at my actions but he has no reaction.

Dimitrescu practically vacuumed the meal from his plate. Even though he ate elegantly like a king, he ate quickly like a man starved.His fangs teared the meat apart with ease. Though, his movements were clean and controlled. His eyes were that of an animal.

I would've found it funny if it wasn't for the situation I was in. Elegant and controlled, but all the same beastly.

While he was eating I let my thoughts run around in my head. I know I should keep an eye on the thing in front of me, but I couldn't help myself.

First time I ever crawled in here, I was hit upside the head with a hammer. When I wake up is when I first saw Dimitrescu and his sister, and the other vile creatures that my blurry, and blood coated vision could see.

Dimitrescu seemed like he was asleep, but in reality he was disinterested in what I was, or who I am. Me being sprawled out on the floor like a rug.

He opened one eye to glance at me for a moment. But then he shut it again. He said a few words I could not hear, and then put a metal cigarette to his mouth, he exhaled the smoke, which curled in the frosted light. I was hypnotized and unfocused.

Another interesting creature was the one in the back of the room in which I laid in, with multiple black wings, and dressed in thick black robes. Who I learned to be Father Mirai who was practically a god-like figure of the village people. I didn't believe it, the creature looked more like the devil.

And well, the second time I met Dimitrescu, he was out for blood. He would walk calmly down the halls, chasing after me all the while. With large metal claws that protruded from his finger tips. His deep, velvety laughter echoing down the halls, he spoke in a threatening tone how he'll shred me into slices.

I was terrified, hiding away in rooms until Lord Dimitrescu would leave me alone and give up the chase.

I as well saw him a few other times last second. Him leaving rooms, and entering others. If he had ever noticed me peeking at him through holes, and walls, he showed no sign of it.

That was what was so scary about him. You never know truly what he was thinking, feeling, and planning. He's unpredictable.

That's why I'm so confused and terrified. One moment he's out for my head, and the other, we are literally sitting across from each other on a candle-lit table!

He can kill you any second.

Suddenly, the rhythmic tapping of nails brought me back to reality. It took me a moment to realize that the whole time I was staring at him.

His eyes returned the favor. Gazing blankly at me. He had finished eating already. But he seemed to savor it all the more. Dimitrescu huffed, leaned back, and out of nowhere, a long metallic claw protruded from his fingertip.

I tensed up at the sight of that lethal weapon. I feared at what it is said to do: Tear prey into ribbons. I watched with wide eyes as he opened his fanged mouth.

This is it... he's going to kill me.

But instead of sinking his claws into my flesh, or ripping out my throat with his fangs, He began to pick at his teeth, a troubling strand of meat between his pearly white canines.

His eyebrows furrowed in frustration. But his eyes told a different story, they were laughing at me and my frozen fear. A pool of amusement spilled in his golden irises. He's trying to scare me!

I'm playing his little game... he finds it so funny.

"Why are you not... killing me?"

Dimitrescu paused his advances, eyes trailed to mine yet again. Suddenly, a grin appeared on his face. Long fangs gleaming in the candle's flickering light. The crooked smile looked like a knife carved it on his perfect features.

"Are you implying something, now?" He cocked his eyebrow at me. Bemused, as if I just whispered a silly joke. I shook my head violently. Eyes blown wide like dinner plates. Dimitrescu huffed a chuckle; He's enjoying this so much.

"You don't give me a reason to kill you... honestly." Maybe, just maybe, Lord Dimitrescu is the slightest of a merciful creature. But my hopeful thoughts immediately taken back.

"I'm quite curious how long you'll live." He chortles. Oh...that's how he sees it. That's the only reason I'm alive. Dimitrescu sees this as all some sort of game to him. A game that he can sit back, and watch with a smile.

I'm just another pawn to his game of chess. Another character to watch the life of in a show.

Dimitrescu takes out a silver, decorative pocket-watch out of his dress coat. He eyed the fancy device and then glanced at me. The watch seemed priceless as it's silver shell shimmered, it has the detailed design of roses on it.

"I believe it's time to end our little... date." He smiles at me. But I knew it was smile of 'good luck, now.' In a very threatening, and unnatural way. Dimitrescu eyes crinkled yet again, the slits thinned in the slightest.

"Until next time, darling." He emphasized the pet-name, coldly. I shivered at that, knowing that 'next time' definitely means something; either him killing me. Or doing something similar to this.

Dimitrescu stood up. My eyes traveled up his tall, and slender body. He walked calmly away, not looking back. The lord melted into the darkness where all the other terrors lie.

I sat alone at a candle-lit dinner table. I sat alone in the dark, with but a candle that is yet to burn out. It was silent, not a sound to be heard. I sat alone with a thought;

I'm sure we will meet again...

D i m m i e D o m e

( sorry I had to 🤓😳)

you guys enjoyed it? 😙💕👍

If you want some more chapters go ahead and ask! I'm considering In turning this into a short story but I want to know if you guys want that?

Dimmi boy seemed pretty cold then lovey, and I know some people want some lovey 😏

So if more chapters get added. He'll start to be more "lovey" then he is in this one. This is for like my guilty pleasure of wanting to get stepped on by fictional characters. 🌝🌞

Also if you see any grammar mistakes please tell me— I'm getting back to writing and I'm a lil' rusty at it.

~Pink 😘