A Night to Remember (Fem Vamp France x M Reader)

KEY

(Y/n)=Your Name.

(L/n)=Last Name.

(E/c)=Eye Colour.

(H/c)=Hair Colour.

(F/c)=Favourite Colour.




It was a regular Saturday night for (Y/n) (L/n).

Regular meaning that he would be heading to his favourite Nightclub, it's name: Club Dusk-Walker.

You could say that it's a rather odd name for a club, but what was more strange was that it actually opened at dusk and shut about an hour before dawn.

(Y/n) didn't really know why the club was named that but he didn't really mind.

One reason he went as often as he did was because his old friend Alfred Jones works there as a bartender and had invited him to the opening night some few years ago.

Since then the (e/c) eyed male visited every Saturday night to catch up with his American friend.

Which was nice considering that they had lost contact after college and had recently reunited thanks to the wonders of social media.

Now both of them were in their early twenties and their friendship had never been stronger.

After a long, hot shower he dried himself before putting on his best jeans, his (f/c) shirt, his best shoes and his favourite jacket.

Before heading out his front door and into his car he made sure to stuff his keys and wallet into his jacket pocket.

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You arrived at your destination and parked just across the road.

Looking up to the sky you see the sun has disappeared over the horizon.

'Alfred should be at the bar by now... ' you think as you enter Club Dusk-Walker.

Upon entering the club your (e/c) orbs are greeted by the sight of the huge dance floor, the jukebox in the corner was lit up and began to play music.

Looking around you notice that you're the only person in the room.

At least you think so until-

"Yo Dude!" came a familiar voice from the bar.

Snapping your head in the voice's direction you see Alfred stood behind the bar cleaning glasses.

"Hey Al." you greet him as you walk over to him with a big smile and bump fists.

"You're here earlier than usual. Heck, you're the first one here." your friend states as you seat yourself at the bar, "Long day?"

"Yep."

"Hoping to see a certain someone?" Alfred asks with a suggestive grin.

You feel your cheeks warm up as you smile shyly.

The person Alfred's referring to is none other than the French beauty known as Francine Bonnefoy.

The other reason you came here so often.

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It was your first night at the club and a surprising amount of people had turned up.

At first you felt a little uncomfortable at the fact you didn't know anyone their, however Alfred kept you company

Yourself and your American pal were catching up on old times and laughing heartily as he served you your first drink.

Just then the doors burst open.

You and Alfred look to see three gorgeous women swagger into the club with a level of confidence you didn't even know was possible, they're all laughing as they seat themselves at a table on the opposite side of the room.

"I shoulda known the B.T.T would show up tonight." Alfred said with a small smile.

"The what?" you ask.

"The Bad Touch Trio." your friend explains as he dries a glass, "The Spanish gal with a rose in her hair is Carmen Hernandez, the white-haired Prussian is Julchen Beilschmidt." he explains as he points to each one of the group, "And finally the French babe is Francine Bonnefoy."

While the trio was indeed comprised of stunningly, breathtakingly beautiful women your gaze fixed itself on Francine. You find that theirs something very... enchanting about her.

Her violet eyes were the definition hypnotizing and her dirty-blonde locks shine in the club's lighting. "Wow. She's beautiful..." you mutter just under your breath, a smile on your face.

"Oh, you like her do you?"

"W-What?" you ask as a blush creeps onto your cheeks, "I-I-I didn't say anything-"

"I heard ya, Dude!" Alfred says with a huge grin and a raised eyebrow, "Don't even think about denying it." he finishes as he points an accusatory finger at you.

"I-I'm not denying anything!" you say as your blush begins to darken.

"Dude, c'mon, chill out." your blue eyed friend says with a roll of his eyes, "Seriously though, there's nothing wrong with having a crush."

"No. I guess not." you take a sip of your beverage before glancing back to the trio, "So... why are they called the Bad Touch Trio?"

"Oh that's simple: it's 'cos they're perverted and flirt with anything that moves."

You raise an eyebrow and look back to Alfred before looking back to the Prussian, Spanish and French young women watch an admittedly attractive man walk past their table, their combined gazes fixed on his backside. Once he enters the restroom they all look to each other before wiggling their eyebrows suggestively while perverted grins appear on their faces.

"Huh. I see what you mean."

Just then Francine's gaze shifted from her friends to the bar, in response you turn your gaze back to your drink as your cheeks flare crimson.

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Two years have passed since that night.

Since then you've seen Francine and her friends every night you've been at the club.

You've never actually spoken to her but that didn't stop you from developing a humongous crush on her.

You'd often glance at her and avoid her gaze whenever it came your way.

There were times you contemplated talking to her, but you never managed to rack up the courage to do so.

It's not that you didn't want to it's just you felt you were out of her league; her being so absolutely beautiful. Not to mention carefree.

There's no way she'd even think about going out with you. At least that's what you tell yourself. Not helping matters was the fact that you've never really had much success with women, it's always been such and is evident even today.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the familiar laughter of the B.T.T.

You glance over your shoulder just in time to see the trio enter the club. To your surprise they seat themselves at the opposite end of the bar to you, instead of their usual table.

As usual you glance at the stunning Frenchwoman and turn back to your drink with a small blush present.

A certain friend of yours takes notice and heads over to serve them their drinks.

In turn you start to sip your drink until-

"(Y/n), why don't cha just go over and talk to her?" Alfred asks.

You spit your beverage straight back into the glass before responding.

"Easy on the sneaking up, Al, you almost killed me! And you must be joking!"

You can tell by the smirk on his face that he isn't.

"C'mon dude. You just gonna sit here moping or are you gonna actually go talk to Francine?"

Your (e/c) eyes look to the tall Frenchwoman and then back to Alfred, "I-It's not that I don't want to it's just... "

Alfred sighs and adopts a more serious and severe tone. "I get it. I really do. It's not easy to approach someone, let alone talk with 'em - heck, being attracted to them doesn't help either. But trust me, you should at least try."

Looking down into your glass, you slowly start to build up some level of confidence as your friends' words. But your friend proves as impatient as ever.

"Y'know what?" your burger loving pal says, "If you're not gonna make the first move then I'll do it for you. No charge."

For the second time that night you spit your drink.

"What? Al, Don't you dare! Al. Al!"

Ignoring your attempts at stopping him, Alfred strides over to the B.T.T, leaving you to panic. As you feel yourself warm up you take your jacket off, fold it in half and place on the bar in front of you.

When he reaches the three women you see him say something to the lovely Miss Bonnefoy, he then points over his shoulder towards you.

'I'm dead!' you think as you look down to the bar, 'I'm as dead as a Dodo!'

"Bonjour~" greets a female voice to your right, making you jump slightly.

Snapping your head to the right you see none other than Francine Bonnefoy leaning with her back against the bar, a grin on her gorgeous face and her violet orbs almost seem to sparkle at you.

At first you can't believe she's really talking to you.

"Uh, Hello." you manage to mutter as you feel your cheeks become warm.

"You're (Y/n) (L/n) aren't you?" she asks eying you up and down with a raised eyebrow.

Her accent is like silk sheets caressing your ears with every word.

"Y-Yes, I am."

"Francine Bonnefoy." she says extending her hand in a very elegant and feminine manner for you to shake.

You gingerly accept the gesture.

"I-It's nice to meet you." you say back as you notice her attire.

She's wearing a violet dress that highlights her curves and the opening in the font shows part of her bust, it's cut ends half way up her thighs, showing off her long, shaved, bare legs.

She's also wearing black heels and her dirty-blonde hair is styled in a loose French bun.

"Like what you see, (Y/n)?~" the violet eyed woman asks.

You shake your head and blush as her voice brings you back to reality.

"I-I'm so sorry I-I didn't mean to-" You would continue to stutter, if not for the sound of Francine's laughter.

"Ohohohoho~ There's no need to apologize." she says seating herself on the bar stool on your right. "I was just teasing you. If you're always this cute, I might just do it some more."

"Really?"

She answers you with a wink, making your cheeks turn slightly more red.

As the night progresses you have a truly wonderful time with Francine, you both learn a great deal about each other and your shyness begins to fade.

You're actually quite surprised at how close you've grown in the short time you've known each other. There is undoubtedly this strong attraction, some almost magnetic force that seems to grip the both of you.

When Alfred brings you both your next round of drinks you notice that her choice of drink seems to be a dark red wine you've never seen before.

"I see you like red wine." you state with a small smile.

"Oui. ...You probably wouldn't like it though." she replies "Its... 'full of body', so to speak."

"That's okay. Just because I like a casual drink doesn't mean I don't mind the rougher stuff." you say before taking a sip of your second drink.

"Oh, is that so?~" Francine purrs as she wiggles her eyebrows.

And that's the third time that night you spit your drink into it's glass, earning a giggle from Francine. "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean for that to sound so dirty." you mutter with a sheepish smile, "Y-You must think I'm a complete idiot."

"On the contrary, (Y/n). I find you rather entertaining in your own way. You're far from dull." Francine answers with a slight tilt of her head, that foxy grin present "Besides, you're cute when you blush~"

Your (e/c) widen at her flirtation.

"Y-You think I'm cute?"

"I certainly do, Mon Cher~" she coos as she lightly pinches your cheek.

The contact of her soft skin on yours makes you blush slightly more as a small smile finds its way to your face.

"I-If I may be honest with you, Francine. I think you're very beautiful."

Her eyes seem to sparkle slightly as she smiles back at you, "Thank you. You're so sweet. And I can tell you're being honest."

As you both lock gazes and begin to lean closer and closer until-

"Ahem."

You both pull back at the sound of a certain American making his presence known.

"What is it, Al?" you ask while Francine's face forms into an annoyed pout and a glare directed at Alfred.

"I was just wondering if you'd like another round?"

"No thanks. I'm driving tonight." you explain.

"I see. What about you Franny?"

"Hmm, Non. I'm fine, thanks." she replies with a wave of her hand.

Five minutes after Alfred takes your empty glass a slow, romantic song starts playing over the club's speakers.

You then get an idea.

"Francine, would you like to um, dance with me?"

Her response comes in the form of her giggling as she pulls you onto the dance floor.

When you're finally their Francine's violet orbs lock with your (e/c) as she snakes her arms around your neck.

Your own arms in turn wrap around her waist as you both slow dance.

As the music plays on you both smile at each other.

Both of you are unaware of a certain friend of yours smiling at the sight of his normally shy friend dancing, and with one of the B.T.T of all people.

Needless to say you really like Francine. A lot.

If you didn't know any better you'd say you were falling for her. Faster, harder and more... easily than you ever thought possible. It's almost like some sort of... spell.

When the song ends you're both still holding each other, violet eyes meet (e/c) as you both slowly lean closer and closer to each other.

"Okay everyone!" Alfred's voice calls out from the bar, "It's five minutes to closing time, so y'know what that means... "

Your face grows a saddened expression, one that Francine notices.

"What's the matter?" she asks stroking your cheek with her thumb, her touch sending a tingling sensation down your spine.

"It's time for me to go." you answer as you reluctantly unwrap your arms from around her waist.

Francine lets out a sigh "It's that time already?"

"I'm afraid so. I guess I'll see you next Saturday then?" you ask.

The tall blonde kisses you on the cheek, a blush appearing as a result, you also notice that her cheeks have turned pink as well.

"Until then." she says with a sad smile before walking over to her friends Julchen and Carmen.

You hold the spot where her lips touched your skin and a large, albeit goofy smile appears on your features as you put your hands in your jacket pockets.

Your eyes widen when you realize you aren't wearing it.

Panicking would have ensued if you hadn't seen Alfred holding up your jacket and smiling at you, "Looking for this?"

"Thanks Al." you thank him as you walk over and accept your item of clothing back from your friend.

Reaching into the pockets you pull out your wallet, upon checking it you're relieved to see that nothing's been taken.

However, you can't find your keys.

Searching all your other pockets you still can't find them, you check again by patting your jacket and pants.

"It's a little late to bust out dance moves, Dude." Alfred jokes as he walks up to you while putting his coat on; obviously getting ready to lock up and go home.

"Very funny." you say sarcastically, "I can't find my keys. You haven't seen them have you?"

"Nope, sorry." he says with a shrug.

You let out a an exasperated sigh, "Great. Now I can't drive home, or get in my own house."

"Sorry to hear that, (Y/n)." Alfred says with another shrug, "I'd let you crash at my place if there was enough room."

You flash a fake smile before walking to the door, "Ah, don't worry about it, I'll be fine."

"(Y/n)?" asks a familiar female voice from behind you.

Turning around your met with a certain Frenchwoman stood with her friends, both of whom are smiling at you.

"Hey Francine." you reply as you look back to the member of the trio you actually know, "I thought you'd left by now."

"Well, we were about to leave," Carmen answers, "but we heard about your problem."

"Oh?" you say with a raised eyebrow.

"Francine had an awesome idea!" Julchen exclaims with great enthusiasm towards the word 'awesome'.

You jump slightly and look to Francine, "And said idea would be?"

"For you to come home with me~" she answers with her foxy grin and a wink.

Your eyes widen to the size of saucers and your face turns a colour that reminds people of a fire truck.

The Bad Touch Trio and Alfred burst out laughing at your reaction.

"You're right Francine!" Julchen manages between giggles, "He is cute!"

"T-That's very kind of you, Francine." you say, "But I-

"Non, non, non." she says as she wraps you in a surprisingly strong hug, "You can stay with me until things get sorted out." she finishes as she snuggles into your chest.

As she does you give her a gentle smile and hug back, "Okay then."

"The awesome one calls shotgun!"

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All throughout the drive to Francine's house Carmen and Julchen joke and laugh.

You on the other hand are sat in the back with a certain blonde, holding hands as she rests her head on your shoulder; now you're convinced that you're falling for her.

"Tired?" you ask.

"Non." she replies looking up at you with a loving expression, "You?"

"Nope."

Just then the car comes to a halt.

"We're here!" the self proclaimed 'awesome one' announced.

Looking out of the window you see a very nice looking house, "You live here?"

"Oui." is all your French friend says before she opens the car door and drags you out towards her home as she bids her friends farewell.

As Francine pulls you up her driveway and onto her front porch you notice that the sun seems to be rising.

"Dawn already?" you mutter before letting out a small yelp as Francine opens the door and pulls you inside, chuckling as she does.

Standing in the hallway you see that her house is surprisingly dark, from what you can see all the curtains are drawn; effectively allowing enough light to allow ample visibility while also denying the sun's rays access into any rooms.

"Francine, I wanted to thank you for helping me out." you say as you take off your jacket and hang it up on a coat-stand, "If there's um... anyway I can repay you then uh-"

The sound of a door being locked draws your attention.

Whirling around you see a certain Frenchwoman stood near the front door, smiling in a wry manner.

"Oh, I can think of a few ways, Mon Mignon~" she purrs seductively.

You gulp nervously as she eyes you up and down.

"So... um... " you start as you begin to walk into what you assume is the living room, judging by the sight of the enormous and comfy looking sofa, "I guess I'll just crash on the sofa for the time being and-"

Suddenly you feel a pair of arms wrap around your chest from behind.

"Oh non, non, non Mon Cher~" Francine says snuggling into your shoulder, "You won't be sleeping in here... "

She leads you upstairs and opens a door before gesturing for you to enter.

As you do you see that it appears to be a large bedroom, the bed itself is huge and the sheets seem to be made of dark purple satin.

'Guest room?' you think.

You hear your host close and lock the door behind you as she enters the room.

'Maybe not.'

Turning around you see her face has grown into a wide smirk and a mischievous glint is visible in her eyes; reminding you of how a lioness looks at a helpless gazelle.

"F-Francine?"

Said young woman elegantly makes her way towards you and hums a response as you step backwards only to be stopped when the back of your legs hit something.

Looking behind you, you see that you're at the foot of the bed.

Bringing your eyes back to Francine your surprised to see that she's practically inches from you, as your gazes lock she slides her hands up your stomach before settling them on your chest.

To your surprise she pushes you onto the bed, you're especially surprised at how strong she is as you land near the headrest of all places.

She then kicks off her heels and crawls on top of you, her thighs pressing against your hips and her hands holding your face, her violet irises staring straight into your (e/c).

Her confident and sexy demeanour falters as a troubled expression finds her face.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"(Y/n), do you like me?" Francine asks.

"Of course I like you." you state with a warm smile as you gently cup her face, "Since the first time I saw you two years ago I thought you were amazing. Now, tonight, I can say without fault that you are, because I know you. I finally know you.

"I... wanted to say something earlier but..."

"Then say it now." she replies cupping your cheek with one of her hands.

There's no holding back now...

"I'm quite taken with you. I'm falling for you, and I don't want to stop."

An enormous smile appears on Francine's face before she smashes her soft, luscious lips against yours.

Your surprised at first but soon melt into the kiss as you close your eyes and give into the passionate embrace.

After a minute or so she pulls away and rests her forehead on yours, "I feel exactly the same way."

"...So does this mean you'll be my girlfriend?" you ask.

Francine smirks once more before kissing you again.

Her hands travel up your cheeks and her fingers intertwine with your (h/c) locks as your hands cup each of her cheeks.

"I'll take that as a yes then." you manage to mutter while your lips lock with hers, earning a chuckle from your new girlfriend as she takes advantage of your mouth being open by slipping her tongue inside.

As quickly as it began, the kiss ends and that same troubled expression returns to Francine's face.

"(Y/n). If you really want to be with me, then there's something you should know."

"What is it?"

"Perhaps it's best I show you instead... " Francine's beautiful violet eyes slowly turn bright red, next she opens her mouth and smiles, showing long, sharp fangs...

Now all of the pieces fall into place: how badly she wanted to get inside when the sun was coming up, her unusual strength, and the wine she was drinking earlier must have been blood.

"You're a Vampire?"

"I am. You... still feel for me don't you?"

Your answer comes when you lean up and give her lips an affectionate peck, "Oui." you answer with a smile.

Her now red eyes are half lidded as she asks, "So would it be alright if I... "

You understand where she's going with this.

"Yeah, you can drink my blood."

A happy smile appears on Francine's face as she slowly leans down towards you, "I'll be gentle with you~" she whispers in your ear before planting butterfly kisses on your neck.

Your eyes shut slowly as you enjoy this 'sensual-sensation.'

Next she slowly slides one hand up your neck and entangles it in your hair as she licks one side of your neck.

You feel her fangs trail along your skin before they slowly puncture your neck.

As you feel your vampiric lover feed off of your blood you hug her gently hoping to reassure her that she isn't hurting you.

After a solid minute or so she ceases her feeding and gazes lovingly into your eyes, her own returning to their original colour of violet while signs of sleep are apparent in your (e/c).

"You taste merveilleux~" she purrs as she traces a circle on your chest with her finger.

"Good to know, I guess... " you say through a yawn.

"Oh non, non, non Mon Amour, I still have something else planned for you~" Francine purrs seductively before capturing your lips in a heated French kiss; which makes sense seen as she is French.

=== Extended Ending ===

Two figures lay sleeping in the bedroom at Francine's house as the sun begins it's descent outside.

Your (e/c) flutter open only to find you're holding your vampire girlfriend in your loving arms, she in turn holding you in an embrace of her own, her dirty blonde hair flowing freely.

You gently tuck a stray lock of her hair behind her ear, almost as if in response she smiles with a content hum as she snuggles into your chest.

"Bonjour, Mon Amour~" she says in a sleepy tone as she wakes up, her mesmerizing violet eyes meeting yours.

"Hello to you too, my love." you reply kissing your beloved on the forehead, "Sleep well?"

Francine chuckles in response as she snakes her arms around your neck, "What do you think?"

Smiling, you both lean into each other for a gentle kiss.

The blissful moment is interrupted when Francine's phone goes off.

"Let it go to voice mail?" you ask.

Your French lover nods as she closes the distance between you two.

"Yo, Franny!" Alfred's voice sounds from Francine's phone as it goes to voicemail, "I was calling to ask if your 'plan' worked? But... I guess if you can't come to the phone right now then it must've worked!"

Both you and Francine cease locking lips and listen as Alfred continues.

"I've still got (Y/n)'s keys here and I was wondering when I should... y'know 'find them'? Anyway, call me back when you can, see ya!"

When your American friend hangs up you notice your dear girlfriend giving you a sheepish smile.

"You little minx~" you state with a smirk.

"Y-You're not upset?"

"Nope." you answer as you pull her into your chest and your smile widens, "And how could I be? I'm in a relationship with the most amazing woman in the world after all." you finish gazing lovingly into your lover's eyes.

"Je t'aime, (Y/n) (L/n)." she states as she blushes.

"I love you too, Francine Bonnefoy."

The End.