Jjba Vampire AU- Children Of The Night (Jonathan/Erina/Speedwagon x Reader)

Lucretia my Reflection

After the bath, you immediately flopped down in your bed. Your mind was churning with the events of tonight, but you craved sleep more than anything. You curled up underneath the coverlet, and let yourself sleep, hoping that no more dreams would come. You knew that Jonathan had apologised for what he'd done, but you felt so tense about this whole affair. They'd been able to sniff you out as bisexual- the term they used to refer to your orientation- in practically no time at all! There was something dreamy about it, though- you were irresistible to the Lord and Lady, and they quite literally couldn't help but draw you in with dreams. But were you just prey after all? Or was it something more? You wanted to surrender, to let yourself love and be loved, to be safe- but that voice inside still said that you didn't deserve such affection. Society saw you as broken- but you would always be perfectly enough for these two, even if they were creatures from a nightmare. Your thoughts were a tempest, but fatigue took over, and you retreated into sleep.

As you nodded off, your three companions returned to the parlour. Jonathan was pacing back and forth on the ceiling, cursing himself.
"Why did I have to send her those cursed dreams?! I couldn't help but think of her when I found her advert- the paintings were getting ratty- but why must I haunt her so? Am I a ghoul to her? Grim as the reaper himself?" His clawed fingers clutched the crown of his head, the dark shadows under his eyes pronounced. Erina walked over to him, and put her arms around his shoulders as Robert sat down on the ceiling and clutched his legs.
"I'm not good enough for the vampire nobility. They think I'm a weakling. Well, here I am, being controlled by my emotions. ______ shouldn't suffer because I can't control my abilities." He sighed, and a tear of blood fell from his eye. It splashed down on top of the skull on the mantelpiece, and Jonathan glared at it with vitriol.
"Why did you have to use that damned mask on me?!" He growled at the skull. Erina hissed at it, showing her canines. Jonathan groaned, his pale face smeared with bloody tears.
"We should let her go home, she must hate us. I don't blame her if she calls for a vampire hunter. Why, I'll let myself be burnt in the sun, as long as you two can escape safely."
"Now that's nonsense!" Erina gasped.
"No offense, love, but you're talking a load of bollocks." Robert added. "You ain't just important for what you can do for others! Even if you hadn't saved my life, I'd still love you."
"As would I, darling." Erina said. One glance of her pale skin, and you'd never believe that she was once a mess of smallpox scars, coughing and hacking as her life bled away.
"You shouldn't have to doubt yourself, my love. Why, you're a beautiful, terrifying Lord of the Damned. She cooed.
"Well, yes, I'm pretty scary- but that's what got me into this mess." Jonathan replied. There was silence, then Robert snapped his fingers.
"A-HA! We should properly apologise to _____! I'll make her a cake, humans like them."
"They do?" Jonathan asked, as it had been 400 years since he was human.
"Well, I did up until a few weeks ago."
"It's the least we can do. But let's wait until she makes her decision." The Lord smiled, wiping his bloody tears off of his face. "Now, I think it's time we went to sleep, as it's getting early."

You slept in rather late that night, as you'd been awake until 4am. You pottered around the kitchen in your nightdress (actually one of Erina's, as your old one was filthy with bog water), making some tea as the clock struck midday. You looked up at the paintings, and the gulf between the restored ones and the old ones was incredible. You dearly wanted to finish your work, yet it would mean staying here. Yes, Jonathan and his Brides had sworn not to harm you, but it wasn't them causing you pain- it was yourself. You couldn't bear to be around people who actually loved you for who you were. You walked into the ballroom, staring up at the mirrored walls and frescoed ceiling. It was only now that you noticed the story painted on the ceiling. Two children sat before a stone mask, one blonde and one with dark hair. The next picture showed the blonde one attacking the other boy with the mask in front of a burning house, and then there was the graveyard scene from your nightmare. Next there was the dark haired man as an adult, contorting in front of the moon. The next painting showed him dancing in mid air with a blonde woman in a white dress, and then they were shown standing before four sharp-toothed giant statues. The final painting was of Jonathan, Erina and Robert before the castle, surrounded by a choir of winged skeletons. It was Jonathan's life story- although he'd been dead for most of it. You looked into the mirror again, seeing how they reflected each other, creating an infinite line of you. Maybe you weren't so alone, after all. And maybe, just maybe, these vampires weren't as bad as you'd first thought.

Night fell, and as usual you heard doors unlock, and the three night children descended the stairs.
"If you wish to go back to the living, I'll have the carriage set up for you. You don't have to finish the paintings, but I'll still pay you." Jonathan said, blinking back more tears. He handed you a leather pouch fat with coins, but you immediately pushed it back.
"I don't want the money." You said.
"Of course. Why would you want payment from a man like me, a man who haunted your dreams so? Even involuntarily, I just made life hard for you, _____." Jonathan said, crestfallen.
"I don't want the money because my job isn't done. I'm staying here!" You replied. Jonathan gasped, and Robert gave a cheer.
"But why?!" Erina cried.
"It's not just the paintings. You three- you actually like me, although you know that I'm bi-sexual." You took a deep breath, then continued.
"And... Maybe I want to know what it's like to be craved and wanted so dearly. I'm not broken here, at least to you." You said.
"Oh, my dear _____, you were never broken!" Jonathan cheered, pulling you into a hug. Your face was mashed into his pectorals, and you gave a muffled cry.
"Oh, sorry!" He sheepishly grinned, putting you down.
"So you're staying?" Erina smiled.
"At least until the paintings are finished." You replied. "After all, I've got some wonderful people to stay with."
"She wants to stay with us! I'll get to making that cake." Robert said as he walked off to the kitchen.
"Cake?" You asked.
"It's an apology cake." Erina added. "And whilst we're at it, I'm sorry for haunting you and turning into a white doe outside your window."
"You were the deer?"
"Why yes, all vampires have at least one animal form. Mine's a doe, alongside the usual bat, but I can never get the face right."
"Mine's a black and white dog, but the eyes glow." Jonathan said.
"You were at the graveyard in Whitby!" You gasped.
"Why, yes. I visit the place where this all started every now and then. Anyway, the sea air is nice, even though I don't breathe."

A few hours later, Robert and Jonathan emerged from the kitchen, holding something on a plate between them. They placed it before you, and you saw that it was a rather lumpy cake, covered in melted chocolate, with "Sorry about the haunting" written on it in icing.
"You made this? Thank you!" You smiled.
"It's the least we can do, love." Robert grinned.
"I didn't want you to think I'm some sort of brooding monster who locks his ex-wife in the attic and hangs his lover's dog. And even if I am mad, bad and dangerous to know just by existing, there's no reason why you should suffer for that. So I made you a cake." Jonathan said, cutting you a slice. You took a bite, and despite the odd shape, it was quite delicious.
"Aren't you going to have some?" You asked, to which everyone shook their heads.
"Human food, bar raw meat, isn't digestible to us. So you might as well eat my portion for me." Erina said, sitting next to you. You couldn't complain- here you were in a splendid parlour in an antique house on the moors, eating cake with two vampires who absolutely adored you, and one who was as friendly as could be. Life was good.