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Yuuri Katsuki had always held a fondness for Viktor Nikiforov. The man was elegance personified, graceful, beautiful, talented… everything Yuuri wished for himself. It only took a chance meeting for them to properly meet. Yuuri was star eyed seeing his idol. Viktor brushed his silver hair from his forehead and flashed a smile that sent Yuuri's heart sputtering.
“Hello, you're Katsuki Yuuri are you not?”
Yuuri about fainted then and there, Viktor knew who he was?
“Y-yes, I am!” He stuttered out.
He'd wanted to get Viktor's autograph, desperately. Viktor brightened and it was like looking at the sun. Yuuri's chest felt tight in the best way possible.
Yuuri pulled out his pen and paper he had grabbed from his bag earlier, “Viktor, if y-you have a moment, could I h-have an autograph?”
Viktor smiled brightly, “Of course! Here-”
But as Viktor leaned in to take the stationary from him, Yuuri leaned in as well in a move to offer the pen and paper up. What ended up happening was they bumped into each other, in a comedic overcorrection they both fell to the floor on top of each other. Yuuri groaned as he opened his eyes. His breath caught in his throat.
He was on top of Viktor.
Yuuri scrambled to get up, “Oh my! Viktor I am so sorry! So sorry!”
He stood, immediately offering a hand to Viktor. Viktor had yet to say anything, which made Yuuri all the more nervous. Would his idol hate him now? Yet Viktor held an intense gaze. Was he mad? Yuuri held out his hand nervously.
Viktor tentatively reached out, grasping Yuuri's hand.
“I really am sorry, please- what are you doing?” Yuuri stuttered out as Viktor silently thumbed over his wrist.
In a blink Yuuri felt his back hit the wall of the hall they were in. His heart hammered as Viktor pressed close, his breath hot on Yuuri's neck. Yuuri was suddenly acutely aware of how secluded they were. Viktor's eyes were intense, red, and trained on Yuuri.
Yuuri was panicking a little.
“You smell… delicious.” Viktor muttered.
Yuuri's mind blanked, “V-viktor? What..?”
He felt Viktor's lips brush his neck and he swore his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. Then he felt teeth. Sharp and pointed, just barely grazing his shoulder. A tongue licked a wet stripe across his skin. Yuuri shuddered.
Viktor hummed, “I bet you taste as good as you smell…”
Yuuri froze, “Wh-what do you mean?”
A dark chuckle caused Yuuri's heart to plummet and ice to fill his veins, “Why, I'm talking about drinking your blood of course.”
He.. he was joking right? That would make him a- he couldn't be. The best skater in the world was not a- a-
“Say it.”
“Vampire.” Yuuri cried.
Viktor bit in and Yuuri yelped. Burning filled him and it felt like his skin was cooking from inside out. The tears that streamed down his cheeks in his silent cry did nothing to quell the blaze. He wanted freedom. He didn't wanna die. He certainly didn't want to be a monster snack. Yuuri cried more. The vampire's grip was strong as it kept him pinned against the wall. It felt suffocating. The feeding never stopped nor slowed. Yuuri was beginning to feel dizzy. So, so dizzy…
He felt his will give out just as his body lost its strength and his vision grew dark.
The cool floor felt like healing water on his skin. When had he ended up on the floor? He had been on the wall… either way, he was too tired. Yuuri felt the pull of sleep and gladly succumbed. Anything was better than the pain he had felt prior.