Demonic Love [daniela x fem!reader] [COMPLETE]

Chapter 2

warning(s): mentions of blood and injuries
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"Yes... the meeting." You grumbled, following the three up the stairs.

The daughters of the castle giggled at you, whispering to each other once you were up the stairs. What an odd group we've gotten ourselves mixed up with.

A week went by and you couldn't get the daughters of lady Dimitrescu out of your head. Their giggles plagued your dreams — on the rare nights you decided to sleep. It's not that you needed sleep, because you didn't, it's just something you did when stressed or when you had nothing else to do. It got to the point that you started going hunting with your hounds to make sure that you didn't stop by their castle and just stare at it.

That's what you were coming back from, a hunt that ended with you gazing at the castle. If anyone were to ask, you'd just say that the size of the castle still amazed you — which was true, it did, but you still had hidden motives.

When you got back to Hell, you flopped onto your bed, a satisfied smile on your face. Since you had been slinking off to a different village for souls and blood, you'd been able to be more satisfied after a meal. They weren't the souls you were used to but, they were better than the souls in that village. Your brother knocked on your door, calling out for you.

"What do you want, Sprout?" You called back, watching him open your door and peek his head in.

"Heyyy sister of mine!" He chirped, pushing your door open and waltzing inside. "Wanna go torture some humans with me?"

You shot up immediately at that, your smile turning sinister as your [E/C] eyes quickly turned red with bloodlust, and nodded at his question. His hazel eyes flashed gold as he held out his hand, helping you stand up. He quickly took you back to the over-world, his eyes scanning the village for any wandering humans.

"I know a better place we can go to get a human." You whispered, your claws digging into a tree next to you. "The same village that housed the bitch that gave me this burn."

You growled at the memory as you pointed at the — still fading — burn brought upon you by holy water. Basil frowned at the burn before nodding, waiting for you to lead the way.

"We have to hurry, father said he needs you to join him in a meeting with lady Dimitrescu." Basil hummed, stopping next to you when you stopped. "Somethin' wrong?"

A meeting with lady Dimitrescu? I'll finally get to see her daughters again and hear them laugh?

"N-no! Sorry I... just hate going to those fucking meetings but, at least the castle is nice to look at." You grumbled, continuing your path towards the other village.

Once the two of you reached the village, you went your separate ways, agreeing to meet up once you both had a victim. You found yours first, a rich kid who was picking on some orphan. It made your blood boil to see that, even if you were a demon you wouldn't stand by and watch people pick on the weak. You immediately snatched the boy up, taking him to the rendezvous point and waiting for your brother to show up. The moment he did, the two of you took your victims to an abandoned shack, chaining them to the walls.

"Ah, finally." Basil sighed out, his fangs showing as he grinned. "Some fucking entertainment!"

You giggled to yourself, pulling out one of your knives and handing it to him. He walked over to his victim, dragging the blade across her flesh before dragging his tongue along the cut, growling softly at the taste of her blood.

"She tastes disgusting." He grumbled, moving over to your victim and repeating the actions on him, his eyes narrowing. "So does he."

"Let me have a taste." You hummed, walking to the woman first and making your own cut on her other arm, dragging your tongue along the wound. Your pupils dilated as you sank your fangs into her arm, drinking in more of her blood.

"Don't forget to taste your victim," Basil growled, causing you to remove your fangs. "You always think the women taste better."

"Shut up." You hissed, lapping up some of the blood from the man after slicing his wrist with one of your claws, letting out a low growl that shook the building. "You were right about him, he tastes fucking disgusting."

Basil chuckled at your growl, tilting his head slightly before groaning. The sound of hell hounds growling made you snap your head to the door, red eyes narrowing as your father entered the building.

"There you are!" He cheered, his eyes landing on the humans behind you. "Ah, I see why your brother wanted you now... It's time for our meeting with lady Dimitrescu, let's go. Basil... save one for your sister."

You let out a low groan before following your father, dragging your feet once you were outside. The taste of the woman was still on your tongue, making you occasionally look back until your father decided to make you walk in front of him to make sure you didn't fall behind. By the time you reached the castle, your eyes had faded back to [E/C] instead of red, quiet grumbles leaving you as your father knocked on the door.

"That woman had the best blood I've tasted in twenty years, Basil better not kill her." You huffed in annoyance, glaring at your father when he laughed at your comment. "It's not funny, old man."

The door opened and you two walked inside, bowing to lady Dimitrescu once the door had shut. Once her daughters appeared and started whispering to each other, your gaze flickered over to them, a faint smirk on your face as they giggled at you. Lady Dimitrescu seemed to notice their interest in you but said nothing, simply sending you a small smirk when your eyes were on her once more.

"Let's start this meeting, shall we?" Your father mused, clasping his hands together.

"We shall," Lady Dimitrescu hummed, her gaze flicking to her daughters. "You won't mind if they join, will you?"

"Since Miranda isn't here, I don't mind at all. What about you, [Y/N]?"

The girls watched you with wide, bloody grins, making your black heart beat once. "I don't mind at all, father."