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#its not really a throuple more like price shares you with ghost but also tells ghost what to do because he's kinda price's little pet too
vampykween · 6 months
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strangeness and charm
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vampire!price x f!reader x vampire!ghost i keep coming back to vampire!price and vampire!ghost god im just so obsessed!!! my other vampire works: vampire drabble , good little pet
✴︎ battered and disoriented from when you were hastily dumped in an eerie forest, you were grateful to the strange man who saved you; that is, until he showed you who, or rather what he really was.
cw: reader is essentially kidnapped and consent is like mildly dubious so! take that as you wish ☻
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Price, the strange man who had taken you from the forest, leads you through an expansive foyer decorated in ornate gothic furnishings into an equally large sitting room. There was a roaring fire blazing in the large fireplace, which warmed your icy skin. You can't remember how long you were even out roaming the dark and eerie woods, your sick bastard ex-boyfriend dumped you in. 
Price’s hand on your lower back pushes you further into the room and leads you towards a plush velvet couch. The same hand trails up to the base of your neck, “Sit,” he commanded and for some reason you find yourself unable to disobey. 
From the corner of your eye you see a shadow flit across the dimly lit room, and if it wasn't for your captor’s hand holding you firmly in place, you would’ve jumped out of your skin. 
Another mysteriously colossal and ominous man crosses the room to where you and Price are sitting. You notice he is wearing a mask, similar to one someone would wear to a masquerade ball. You’re grateful to be out of the hands of your insane ex, but this doesn't feel much better. The man looks between you and Price as if he was awaiting permission to speak. 
“I’ve brought you a gift, Ghost. Found this pretty little thing wandering outside the grounds. I think she’d make a fine pet, don't you agree?” 
You feel your heart rate spike at his words, pet? What the hell was he talking about? And with the way he spoke his question made it seem like it wasn't really a question at all. 
The masked man only gives a simple nod in Price’s direction as a response and their eyes must hold an unspoken conversation, because soon after Ghost is kneeling at your feet. His head is bowed as if in shame, as if he’s not worthy of looking at you just yet. The feelings of Price’s cold digits are a looming presence on your neck and you have a sinking feeling that whatever happens next, he isn't going to let up. Your heart is hammering even faster and you can hear the roaring sound of your blood pulsing in your ears. What could possibly be happening right now? Is this your fate, doomed to a death at the hands of a sinister man who supposedly loved you, or be locked away and tortured by these two freaks? 
From your perspective you get a nice view at the broadness of Ghost’s shoulders and back, how a man so large could make himself seem so small you weren't even sure. All you could deduce was that Price gave commands and Ghost followed them. The hand not clasped around your neck, snakes in Ghost’s golden tresses and pulls slightly until the kneeled man is looking up at him. 
“Why don't you show our little treasure what she’s in store for.” the smooth timber of his voice starts to make you feel flustered. As much as you were incredibly frightened, there was a small part of you simmering with some sort of uncertain heat. Ghost rises from the floor deftly and settles next to you on the couch. Price's hand slithers up from the base of your neck until he’s cupping your jaw and tilting your head towards him, as if presenting your neck for the other man. 
Your blood freezes sharply in your veins, either you were about to get your head snapped clean off or… your thoughts are quickly interrupted by the feeling of something sharp sinking into your flesh. The sound of your piercing scream barely registers in your own ears, drowned out by the sound of your blood suddenly rushing and crashing like tidal waves. The pain is unlike anything you’ve ever felt and your body starts to feel weak and limp, but you're momentarily brought back to reality when you feel a hand graze your breasts over your tattered dress. You attempt to squeak out your dissatisfaction, but find yourself unable to speak. Your tongue feels like lead in your mouth and it’s hard to even get your lips to move the way you want them to. 
The same husky voice from earlier coos into your ear, “Don't worry, darling. You’ll learn to love this, and once you do I promise we’re going to make it so fuckin’ good for you.” 
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