My Night With You (A Clara Salvatore x Reader)

Night time was a time you loved, you had everything you could want in the darkness. Silence and the abilities to think to settle your thoughts from the days events. This always brought you the best time to think of the next morning's plans and who was going to ask you to hang out with them next. Every girl wanted you, every man wanted to be you. You had everything a man could want, a great writing career, a nice home; however, the one thing your heart wanted was the perfect woman who would understand you and love your flaws of being a workaholic. You wanted a shoulder to cry on and someone to assure you everything was going to be alright and stand by her word; but, with your work habit you didn't see that someone in your life.

The moon hung in the starless skies, it was always this way. City lights took the small starlight; however, they couldn't completely take the night and make it bright. You still had the moon, rather it was full or Quarter. You had your own personal slice of paradise outside allowing its marvelous lights enter your home the moon seemed to be a gift from above. 

Your thoughts were not going to surrender to your will of them to go to the Abyss of your mind, you finally accepting this fact looked at the blank screen of the glowing white Microsoft Word on your desktop, the screen your only source of light to see the small keys on your black, slim keyboard. Finally allowing your consciousness to win you exited through your front door, the warm summer breeze relaxing as it tussles though your unruly hair.

The sound of footsteps notified you that you were not the only night dweller, though, that was all you heard. Mere footstep. Those of a woman, you could come to this conclusion due to the fact the steps sounded like heels clicking across the pavement. You wonder who would wonder the streets of the midnight town, a woman at that. She must be furious with her husband to leave the house at this time of night. You had not realized your thoughts were more than thoughts; but, spoken out loud.

"Husband? If I were to be angry at my husband I doubt I would be the one roaming the streets to settle my anger, guess again." You heard a seductive voice coming from behind you, causing you to turn around in a hurry.

Looking at the woman in front of you, the moon radiated on her making her ravishing. She was a young woman, with a black dress matching her long black locks, that had red dye along the sides, "I'm sorry, I was thinking, I didn't mean to speak it out loud. My name is __________, do you mind if I ask who you are?" You state then introducing yourself asking for her own name.

The woman looks at you, "I've heard of you ______________, I happen to read when I have the time I bought your latest novel. My name is Clara Salvatore."

"So you're a fan of my work? What did you think of my novel? I am always willing to hear the thoughts of my fans of how to improve." You ask as you watched Clara glare at the moon a sigh came from her lips. She wanted to say something you could tell; but, something was keeping her from putting her thoughts to the open.

You open your mouth to speak, only for the black haired woman to speak finally slicing through the awkward silence, that was created between the two of you, "Well, I liked that it was supernatural. That was an excellent start, but do you believe everything the internet tells you? You made vampires look, inferior to humans. True vampires can slaughter humans, before their next heartbeat. We can take it from you, I should know myself, I have slaughtered many gangs who thought they could have fun with me and leave me for dead. That won't happen again ________________, I have sworn to protect the weak and fight those who wish for nothing but to tarnish children and woman's emotions. Overall your book, though it had plot and back story. Excellent characters, but it is a disgrace to my kind and seeing that most of this town's population are vampires. You have a lot of vampires angry with you, if they respect their afterlife they will stay clear of you. That is my order, to us vampires we are shocked that you got the sells of your series of the 'Night with the Undead.' though humans have been clueless of my kind for many years, so I personally find it as no surprise that the lack of knowledge you had while writing your books. It's like those books, they are offensive to vampires. I have read the first one and I will be the first vampire to tell you that, we vampires don't sparkle like diamonds in the sunlight. Many of my followers have sun scars from almost dying due to wanting to take their lives. The sun doesn't make us glow but it simmers us, I will continue to read your novels in hopes that with that bit of information you would learn something new and use it. I will also give you this, it is a very rare book, I've had it since I was a child. It will put an end to all your vampire nonsense," She handed you an old leather hardback book, "I do look forward to the next novel, do give this book research before even considering typing your book, I am a writer myself, and I understand the importance of hours of studying your character and plot, if your writing is good then maybe, you will satisfy human and vampires alike, that's all I'm helping you with I'm hungry and to state it politely, in no mood to play teacher role. Until we meet again, __________________."

Looking at the book you looked back to see that Clara had disappeared not giving you a chance to wish her farewell.