Sibella Greentext Dump

>Despite all of the horror stories and myths you read about vampires and their lovers, you've experienced none of those problems while dating Sibella
>No hypnotism (at least you're pretty sure there hasn't), she hasn't asked to "kiss" your throat for a drink, nor has she tried to turn you into a vampire
>However, you've never expected these... quirks
>First, she's somehow more stuck in the past than Tanis, who at least understands how some current-day technologies work
>Everything past the 18th century to now, she barely understands nor knows how to use
>Something as simple as a battery she has trouble understanding
>Almost every day you have to help her out by explaining what things are and how to use them
>You have to admit though, it's certainly cute to see her trying to talk to the TV like she's watching a live performance of a play
>The other quirk is whenever she decides to hit the sauce on celebrations, she thinks she could take way more alcohol than she actually can
>Once she gets drunk, she becomes very frisky and flirty with you, even in the company of strangers
>If there's room, she sits in your lap and starts wooing you with flirts, and worse, bat pun-flirts
>Every time she makes a bat pun-flirt to you, she giggles for about twenty seconds to herself, thinking it's the funniest thing she's heard in a century
>Once the celebration's over, she succumbs to exhaustion and falls asleep
>She's relatively light, so carrying her to her bed isn't too much of a chore
>Once you get her in bed, she usually wakes back up and asks you to lie in bed with her
>She gives you an almost desperate look until you finally get in bed with her, warming up immediately
>Gives a big, drunken smile and wraps her lithe arms around you before falling back asleep
>It's been about two years since you started dating her
>You're considering popping the question
>Maybe tomorrow evening

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>She was ecstatic once you asked for her hand in marriage
>Several arrangements later, including a nerve wracking dinner for her father's approval, the wedding is ready and ongoing
>The choice of location was made by Dracula
>Chose to hold it at his castle than a church, chairs set up in the main hall
>Makes sense in hindsight, avoid any possible injuries to Sibella's side of the family in a building filled with crosses
>Though, convincing your family to fly from America with you to Transylvania, even with free flights, was a feat and a half
>But the chairs are filled, food set aside at the table with some champaign and "red wine", and you're waiting for Sibella to make her appearance
>The groomsmen and best man, good friends from your college years, are standing at the front
>Across were the bridesmaids, those of which looked... odd. A werewolf, mummy, ghost, and a Frankenstein's monster-looking person
>Probably friends of Sibella's, though you haven't been introduced yet
>You walk towards your position, taking quick glances at your family
>They seemed happy to see you, though a few were uncomfortable with the others across
>Sibella's family seemed, best you can tell, puzzled. Their eyes study you, aware that the groom wasn't a vampire, but perhaps trying to find what Sibella sees in a mere human
>Once you reach your position, all that was left was the bride
>The pipe organ roars to life, filling Castle Dracula with its music
>The doors open, revealing Sibella in her dress
>For the entire ceremony, you couldn't help but smile

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>Late at night, you collapse in bed after a tiring day of work
>Sibella's on the other side, appears to be asleep
>Soon you'll be joining her in slumber
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>"What the fuck is that?" races through your mind
>Something is crawling on your chest under the covers
>You can feel claws and hair
>Oh fuck me it's a rat
>You throw the covers off in a hurry, eyes not adjusted to the dark quite yet
>Frantically, you try to swat the rat off of your chest
>"Anon! Anon! It's just me, stop!" squeaks from the hairy thing on your chest
>"Sibella?"
>You turn on your phone, the glow shining on your chest to reveal a purple haired bat clinging to your chest
>"What are you doing? Why are you a bat?"
>She looks like she's rubbing her head with one of her wings, before stating "I... wanted to try something out."
>"I'm sorry?"
>"Well... I thought about turning into a bat and, well, sleeping on top of you."
>"...Why?"
>"You're warm."
>"That's it?"
>You think she shrugs
>Rubbing your eyes, adrenaline coursing out of you from the initial scare, you see her giving you big, puppy dog eyes as she waits for your answer
>Mumbling out a yes, she squeaks in approval and crawls onto your chest
>"Um, hey Anon?"
>"Mmm?"
>"Can you put your hand on top of me? Like a cover?"
>You oblige her, pulling the cover with your other hand up to her
>You hear a contented sigh as you try to fall back asleep

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>This is weird
>You're in a black and red suit, face pale from the candle light, holding a glass of red wine as you sit on your bed waiting for Sibella
>She wanted to try something different on the marriage anniversary
>Her idea was roleplaying before the "celebrations", and to reverse the roles
>In other words, you be the vampire and she the hunter
>Earlier, you introduced her to the castle, flirting with her "like a vampire would", treating her to dinner, then awaiting her in your chambers
>It's been ten minutes
>You already drank the wine
>She's probably amping herself up downstairs
>You got an idea on what to say once she comes
>As if on cue, she rushes into the bedroom, clad in leather armor, hair tied back, and fake crossbow ready
>"You've fooled me for the last time, foul creature!" she yells zealously
>You almost laugh, saving face by turning it into a fake cackle
>"Do not mock me! You have no right to be here among the living!" she shouts
>Perfect
>"It was not by my hand that I am once again given flesh" you growl. "I was called here by humans who wish to pay me tribute."
>She looks slightly confused, but rolls with it
>"Tribute?! What sane man would give tribute to a beast such as you? You consume their blood, control their minds and turn them into your servants!"
>She's setting you up perfectly
>"Perhaps the same could be said for all religions..."
>She's starting to remember something
>Ignoring it, she resumes "You are an abomination to the world, and must be killed! For all mankind!"
>This is it
>"What is a man?"
>Her eyes widen
>She's starting to get it
>You toss your empty wine glass to the ground (not breaking, you don't want to ruin the carpet)
>"A miserable little pile of secrets!"
>She's cracking, barely holding her laughter in
>"But enough talk..."
>She breaks into fit of laughs. You hear "Please no"
>"HAVE AT YOU!"
>You pounce at Sibella, knocking her to the ground as her laughter fills the castle
>You both proceed to enjoy the night

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>"Why did you think it was a good idea to go here for dinner?" Sibella asks Anon
>Both were seated at an Olive Garden, the basket of breadsticks a fair distance away from Sibella and menus at their sides of the table
>"I thought you weren't affected by garlic. Aren't you immune to the sun?" he asks
>"Yes, but I never said garlic was fine! I eat just about anything here and I'm gonna be sick for months!" she replies, raising her voice
>She starts rubbing her head, eyeing the basket of breadsticks
>"My head feels about ready to split open just sitting here..." she mutters
>"Look, we can leave, if it's that much of a problem." Anon offers
>"No, no, you wanted to go here, so... Ugh, I'll try and look for something that isn't drenched in that filth..."
>Both open their menus, trying to find something Sibella could eat
>"Chicken... No, all garlic. What about their pasta with the alfredo sauce?" Anon asks
>"That has garlic in it, dear..."
>He looks again. "The shrimp? No, uh..."
>Sibella groans and says "I'll just get something later, it doesn't matter."
>The waiter returns and gives the two their drinks, Anon a glass of water and Sibella a glass of red wine
>Many glasses were filled and emptied till they left, excusing herself by saying "It helps soothe the nerves."

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>"No Dad, I'm not turning him into a vampire! If I wanted a vampire, I would've dated one at home or make him a vampire years ago!" Sibella argued through the phone
>"Why do you insist on pursuing a relationship with that... vermin, if you're not going to turn him! You're like a bat who would rather prefer to date the chicken than use it like the food it is!" the voice on the end of the telephone argued back
>"What is your problem?!" Sibella yelled. "You don't act like this to my friends who are human!"
>"Because they are not in a romantic relationship with you! Of all the things I've allowed: your werewolf friend, your own home, of which I already own and gifted to you, even when you're clearly not mature enough to live by yourself in one, I only asked for one thing. And that was that you sought out a proper vampire, even if you yourself had to change a human into one!"
>"Oh bite me, Dad! He's a wonderful person and I'm not going to change him! He doesn't want to, and neither do I!" she yelled into the phone.
>She covers her eyes and sighs, then quietly says "Goodbye Dad."
>Sibella puts the black phone back onto its base, disconnecting the call
>"Sibella? Are you OK? I heard yelling." Anon asks, entering the room
>She sighs and brushes her hair back. "Yeah, it's... I'm fine. It's fine."
>Anon doesn't pursue the topic. "Do you want to watch a movie? Maybe it'll help... calm you down?"
>She gives a small smile. "Darling, I would love to." she answers.

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>Sleeping alongside Sibella isn't exactly what you expected
>First: she's not warm to the touch or builds up heat like a human
>She's cool to the touch, but thankfully not cold enough to make a night's sleep difficult during the cold winters and is a blessing in hot summers
>Second: she seems to talk in her sleep
>Random mutterings at times, but sometimes she says coherent sentences
>The most recent being, "No Anon, I like your blood because it's like... pumpkins..."
>Third, and final: she's extremely accepting on the idea of cuddling
>She's wrapped around your body while on top your chest, her legs embracing yours and hands either holding your own or dangling down your side
>Though, considering you're both sleeping in a coffin with no room to spare, this seems more out of necessity than choice
>But she seems MORE than happy to be this close to you considering her quiet excitement to sleep with you each night
>You're at least thankful the inside of the coffin is soft, else sleeping would be made even worse with her sleeping on top of you
>But, with the way you can feel her breathing in and out slowly and gently shift herself closer towards your face while still asleep, you think you would still sleep with her in a shoddy, wooden box regardless of a "mattress" or not
>You slowly fall asleep as you listen to the serene sounds of Sibella's slumber

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>Sibella grabs wind of Winnie roleplaying with her boyfriend and catches interest
>Setting up a scenario for her own boyfriend, she tries to act like a lord vampire and he the vampire hunter
>Everything goes well, until Sibella accidentally lets a pun loose, to which he responds back with another pun
>When was then a roleplay of a hunter defeating the vampire and "having his way" has devolved into a slew of puns
>Slowly they became more raunchy, both Sibella and her boyfriend closing the distance with each lewd pun
>Then finally they threw aside the shenanigans and had sex
>Sibella considers it a wonderful session despite the turn it made and has begun writing an addition of lewd puns in her journal