Notes: This script is okay for monetization. Can be used on Patreon, just let me know if you do. If you use it, please give credit. You can change pronouns if preferred but otherwise please don't edit the script. My scripts are meant for adult audiences and all characters are 18 . For clarification on the format of the script, any place that says (Pause) is a place for the Listener's response. Anything in \asterisks and italics** isn't meant to be read aloud, it's there to either hint at the tone or provide context that might help the script make more sense.

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Summary: Listener, an elven royal, wakes to find Narrator, their enemy and a vampire royal, in their bed. Upon waking, they immediately get into an argument where their mutual confusion leads them to realize that they may not hate each other after all.

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Word Count: Approximately 2,563 words (Not including any actions or cues left in asterisks and italics)

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Writer’s Notes: Did I mention this idea in a poll form like, 6 months ago? Yes but shhhh. Not gonna lie, I'm really pleased with the outcome of this one, so I hope you enjoy it too!

Script Below:

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\Listener wakes to the sound and feel of soft breathing on their neck, and they realize they are in their own bedroom, but they don’t know who the person next to them is. After a moment, the sheets begin to shift as the Listener’s unknown bedmate pulls them closer.**

\Sleepy, content** “After all this time, I’ve found you. So many centuries I have worn this blindfold and participated in this tradition, knowing that you were somewhere in this world, I would find you. I was beginning to fear that you were avoiding me, but I was a fool to think as such, wasn’t I? All I needed to do was search elsewhere. To think, this entire time, you were hidden here, in the walls of an enemy kingdom. If I had known I should find you here, I would have come to one of these pointless meetings long ago.”

\Narrator chuckles, pulling Listener closer.**

“But I suppose this meeting wasn’t pointless. At long last, I’ve found you. My beloved. My fated. My darling. The one who shall rule by my side until we are taken by death’s hand.”

\Narrator leans in to kiss Listener, but Listener, finally coming to their senses, pushes Narrator away.**

\Surprised, a little hurt** “My darling? What issue is there? Why do you push me away?”

(Pause)

“Please, tell me why you distance yourself from me. Have I done something wrong?”

(Pause)

“My darling, I can hear your breathing - You sound panicked. Please, tell me what the issue is, tell me how I might help you resolve it. I will do whatever it takes to set you at ease.”

(Pause)

“Your pounding heart is causing mine to ache, darling. Please, I beg of you, tell me what makes you so nervous.”

(Pause)

“You still say nothing. Is your fear that you know so little of me? While I’ve known of my fated love, you might have no idea. I can’t deny that it hurts me to think that you have felt no draw to me like I have to you, but I would understand, if that were the case. If you would please take this blindfold from around my eyes, it would be my honor to explain everything to you. I would gladly explain the circumstances of my love.”

(Pause)

\Soft, gentle** “Please, my darling. Allow me to look upon you. Allow me to explain myself to you. I swear on my life that I’ll tell you everything, I won’t spare a single detail.”

\Listener, confused but increasingly angry at Narrator, unties their blindfold before letting it fall to the ground.**

\Grateful, gentle** “Thank you, my darling, you-”

\Surprised, angry** “You?!”

\There’s a commotion as both scramble away from the bed and each other. One of them bumps a table and a nearby vase falls to the ground, shattering. Narrator snarls at Listener, looking at them accusingly.**

“You! Why are you here?! What have you done with my fated?!”

(Pause)

“You wretch! You dare take (them/him/her) from me?!”

(Pause)

“Don’t lie to me! I have no time to waste on you when the one I’ve sought after for years has finally been found! Now tell me where have you put (them/him/her)!”

(Pause)

“What do you mean? (They were/He was/She was) here, I know (they were/he was/she was)!”

(Pause)

“That look on your face - Why do you seem so surprised? Could it be that you did not expect the (King/Queen/Tyrant/Ruler) of the Vampires to feel love?! Did you think I was heartless, you knife-ear?!”

(Pause)

“Remember? What do you mean? What memory could have possibly been brought to you at this moment? Because unless it is anything in regards to the location of where you’ve taken my fated, I do not care what it could have been.”

(Pause)

“I will answer no question about (them/him/her) until I know that they are safe. Lead me to them now, lest you wish to find your ribs torn away from your spine.”

(Pause)

\Indignation, anger** “How dare you suggest such a thing! I know my fated! I know the taste of their blood when it passes my lips! It was the taste on my lips when I held (them/him/her) last night! I would know it anywhere! The fact you dare to question my love is beyond stupid!”

(Pause)

“Are you playing the part of a fool on purpose? Of course I know the smell of (their/his/her) blood!”

(Pause)

“Drawing a blade after committing such a vile act against myself and my fated? You truly have a death wish, don’t you? Just tell me where (they are/he is/she is) and I might spare you.”

(Pause)

\Still angry, a bit confused** “What are you doing? Why do you bare your neck?”

(Pause)

\More confused, a hint of worry** “Your blade - you aim it at your own neck. Why?"

\Listener cuts a shallow line into their neck, stunning Narrator, who quickly runs over to Listener’s side.**

"By the gods, what have you done?! Your blood is not…”

\Narrator trails off, surprise washing over them at the familiar smell. The shock causes their anger to drain as they stare at Listener.**

“You… Why does your blood smell as (theirs/his/hers) does?”

\Narrator’s breathing is heavy as Listener tells them that Listener is their fated.**

\Disbelieving, stunned** “No… No, that cannot possibly be. You and I, we could never be…”

(Pause)

\Firm** “No. There is no chance that you’re the one who holds my heart. It cannot be so.”

(Pause)

“Because you are my enemy! We’ve been the head of our kingdoms for centuries, and not for a second of those many years have we’ve been friends!”

(Pause)

“Our kingdoms may be at peace, but that does not mean there is no tension between the two of us. We share no history besides our hostile arguments and drawn out duels.”

(Pause)

“In fact, we do. I’d met (them/him/her) before I even had the chance to participate in our tradition.”

(Pause)

\Assertive** “Yes, truly! It was how I recognized the taste of (their/his/her) blood!”

(Pause)

“And what would you care, hm? Why should that matter to you?”

\Listener sighs and asserts that Narrator should just tell them. Narrator reluctantly huffs.**

“Fine, but only to prove that you could never be (them/him/her), do you understand me?”

\Listener scoffs but agrees. Narrator sighs.**

“It was several hundred years ago, when I was not yet the (King/Queen/Tyrant/Ruler) over all of vampire-kind. I was the only heir to my parents’ throne, but I’d only been a full-fledged vampire for a century. I was still unruly and wild with the bloodlust soaking into my brain worse than any liquor could manage-”

(Pause)

“Oh, be silent, I’m sure you weren’t any better in your youth. I’m sure there is not a single soul who hasn’t heard the rumors of the sinful parties you held in the depths of the human forests. Tell me, is that where you met that last lover of yours? The one who tried to steal your face and name some centuries ago?”

(Pause)

\Smug** “Yes, that’s what I thought. You shouldn’t throw stones when you’re surrounded by walls of glass, you know.”

(Pause)

“Fine, fine I’ll continue, provided there are no more interruptions.”

“Though it was in fact, a similar type of party where I met (them/him/her). Though, rather than a forest, it was in the center of a human village. One of the larger ones, in fact. It was the night of a festival, though I could never keep track of which human holidays happened at what point of the year. What I did know was that where there was a party, there was alcohol, and where there was alcohol, there was always a willing throat. Every face was hidden by a mask, and I bought one from a vendor so that I might not stand out. The dark streets were lit by large fires that blazed at every crossroad, the largest of which was in the center of the village. The townsfolk were dancing around it as lively music was played and drinks passed between hands.”

“Then I saw (them/him/her), golden in the firelight. (They/He/She) moved unlike anyone else, a vision amongst the flames, and I couldn’t help but to stare. Evidently, (they/he/she) noticed my gaze, and it must have sparked (their/his/her) interest. (They/He/She) pulled me into a dance, and I could not deny (them/him/her). We danced until the song finished, and then danced to the next one, and then to the one after that. So entranced by (them/him/her), I had forgotten the entire reason I came there. We danced together until the fires were all but embers drifting away in the wind. Then, with only the weak flickers of ash in the air, (they/he/she) told me that they’d seen the gleam of my fangs against my lips. (They/He/She) told me that (they/he/she) would not allow me to leave without experiencing the feel of them.”

“I was but a weak, romantic thing who was captivated and hungry, and I gave in so easily. I pulled (them/him/her) into a dark alley and asked that (they/he/she) bare their neck for me. (They/He/She) smiled at me and-”

\Listener interrupts Narrator.**

\Slightly surprised** “Yes, that is right. (They/He/She) pulled me close and (they/he/she)-”

\Listener interrupts Narrator.**

\Slightly more surprised** “Yes, and then (they/he/she) told me that I could drink my fill from (them/him/her), but only if-”

\Listener interrupts Narrator.**

\Stunned** “Yes… ‘A kiss for every drop to pass my lips.’”

(Short Pause)

\Realizing** “It was you, wasn’t it? All those centuries ago, it was you that I danced with and drank from. It’s your blood that I have tasted on my tongue for all these years. It’s been you, in my every waking thought. You are the one that I imprinted on so long ago.”

\Narrator chuckles, still stunned from the shock of their realization.**

“It’s almost funny, in a way. I’ve spent so many years searching for you, and yet here you are, the person I’ve glared at from across a war room table while we exchange words sharper than swords. I’ve stood so close to you that I could count your eyelashes, and yet, the tradition has never taken place close enough for me to find you before last night.”

(Pause)

“Yes, the Moon Hunt. After we’ve imprinted on someone, we create a link to their soul. However, it’s quite common that we create an imprint without realizing it. It might be years before we realize that our hunger is for a particular person’s blood. Such was the case with me, so I decided to go through with the Moon Hunt in an attempt to find you. But, since it only lasts from the time that the moon is at its pinnacle to sunrise, I’ve never been able to make it to you. I’ve woken in the forest a great many times, cursing that even in winter, I did not have enough time to reach you. But this time - This time, I did. At long last, I was close enough to find you.”

(Pause)

\A bit confused** “Then you… Last night, when the Moon Hunt took place… What happened?”

(Pause)

“No, I remember nothing. Once the moon has reached the peak of its path and my eyes are covered from its light, the mind goes blank and the heart commands our journey. What took place?”

(Pause)

“An attack? You thought that I was attacking you? What could make it so?”

(Pause)

“Oh. Yes, I suppose that trying to bite your neck in your sleep would seem like an attack.”

\Narrator sighs, troubled by this information.**

“I… I didn’t know I would be so violent in such a state. I apologize, that was quite horrid of me. To attack someone so defenseless is nothing less than deplorable.”

\Listener says that it’s not too horrible, as Listener knocked Narrator out before they could drink too much of Listener’s blood.**

\Amused** “Well that would explain the terrible headache I’m suffering right now. I’m actually quite impressed; it’s hard to get such a good angle on a hit while still lying in bed. I always knew you were a formidable fighter, but I didn’t expect that you had so much experience in warding off night-time attacks.”

(Pause)

“Ah, fair enough. I’d imagine that you’ve seen many assassination attempts in your years, as the current (King/Queen/Crown/Ruler) of the elven kingdom.”

(Pause)

\Playful, kinda flirty** “Well I should hope I’m better than any assassins that come after you. You are my fated, after all; fighting our enemies is now something we shall do together.”

(Pause)

“Is it too soon to say such a thing? My apologies, I have simply dreamed of this day for so long that the words find themselves on my tongue without thought. I will try to refrain from using them again.”

(Pause)

“You mean that you are not opposed to the idea?”

(Paused)

“I cannot say that I’m not surprised. After so long of being enemies, it is a shock to hear those words from your lips.”

(Pause)

“I suppose you’re right in that regard. ‘Hate’ is too strong a word for what I feel for you. Admittedly, I’ve always had a begrudging respect for your mind; your intellect has invaded my thoughts on more occasions than I would care to have told you before. And your sharp tongue has often left me wishing to hear you speak more. I thought that perhaps it was a result of a fiery rivalry, but should my thoughts be seen in other lights, they might be confused for those of an admirer.”

(Pause)

\A bit flirty** “Oh? Is that the case?”

(Pause)

“Then, if I might make a bold suggestion, would you be willing to consider entering a courtship with me?”

\Listener accepts and both laugh before Listener winces in pain.**

“Ah, you’re neck! You’re still bleeding. Allow me to patch you up.”

(Pause)

“Perhaps, if I was a younger vampire, or if I hadn’t fed in a long enough time, I might. But seeing as I apparently took some of your blood last night, I’m not so hungry as to be ravenous. I promise that I’m in full control of myself.”

(Pause)

\Surprised** “You wish for that? Even after my brazen attack on you last night?”

(Pause)

\Hesitant** “Are you quite certain that’s what you want…? I cannot…”

(Pause)

“No, it’s not that I do not wish to feed on you, but I fear that I won’t be able to control myself. If I were to bite you without any regard last night, then who is to say that I might not do it again?”

(Pause)

“I know what I said, but it’s not just any blood that I’m drinking - it’s yours. I have dreamt only of your blood for years. You are my longest held craving, the one thing I desire above all else. Even I cannot guarantee that I won’t take more than I should.”

(Pause)

“Why must you fight me on this? I worry on your behalf, and here you are, willing to throw your life into my hands - worse yet, into my fangs!”

(Pause)

“Oh? And what deal should keep my mind from turning to that of a beast’s? What combination of words could keep me grounded when I have your throat in my mouth?”

\Listener tells them, and Narrator pauses before laughing.**

“‘A kiss for every drop to pass my lips?’”

\Narrator sighs fondly.**

“Perhaps you know me better than I expected, for I think those very words shall manage to do the trick.”

(Pause)

“Yes, I’m agreeing to your deal.”

(Pause)

\Playful** “Such a smug grin that you wear. I’ll steal it from you before long.”

(Pause)

\Playfully sarcastic** “Oh, but of course, I’m sure you will. Now, move your hand from your neck. I’ll drink from the injury you’ve already created. Though I’ll warn you, I’ll still have to bite into your flesh.”

(Pause)

“I’m not stalling, I was just giving you a fair warning. But fine, if you want me to speed the process along, then I will.”

\Tender** “But please, you must warn me if I start to take too much. I would never forgive myself for hurting you more than I have.”

(Pause)

“No, I need you to promise me. Please, darling.”

(Pause)

“Thank you. Now do your best to set yourself at ease; straining would only earn you a bruise that would be far too difficult to cover.”

(Pause)

“Patience, my love, I’m just savoring this moment. I can’t tell you for how long I’ve dreamed of this moment.”

(Pause)

“Fine, I shall delay no longer. My own wants will not allow it.”

\Narrator breathes out softly before leaning forward and sinking their teeth into Listener’s throat. They begin to drink Listener’s blood.**

“Oh by the gods, love, you taste better than even my clearest memories. My head feels light and my knees feel weak. My darling, you are addictive.”

\Narrator continues to drink Listener’s blood for a while before pulling back.**

“There. I can take no more, lest I lose myself to you.”

(Pause)

“More? I won’t take any more blood from you. I refuse it.”

(Pause)

“Then why should I take more? What reason could there be for that?”

\Listener leans forward, kissing Narrator.**

\Surprised** “My darling?”

\Listener explains that if Narrator drinks more of their blood, then Narrator must kiss Listener more, as dictated by their deal. Narrator laughs.**

“My darling, I know what our deal dictates, but you need not give me any more blood to draw a kiss from my lips. Those, I will give willingly and at your request.”

\Flirty** “Though, if I recall, I owe you at least one for every drop of your delectable blood that passed my lips.”

(Pause)

“If that is your request, then I am happy to oblige.”

\Listener and Narrator kiss for a while. This can last as long as Narrator sees fit.**

\Fond, flirty** “This may not have been what I expected to happen when I finally met my fated, but I dare say that it is even better. I think that this will be a very happy courtship indeed.”

\The audio can either end here or can have more kissing before ending.**