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vampire x you

you may read part one, but it works as a standalone!

edit: now we have part 3

Things go terribly wrong on the first date.

After months of dancing around each other, your favorite customer finally asked you out. It had been almost two years since you last went out with a man, and for a moment, you feared you might have forgotten how to kiss.

The plan was for him to pick you up at work. When the clock hit fifteen minutes before the end of your shift, you rushed to the restroom, changed your clothes, sprayed a bit of perfume on the back of your neck, and painted your lips a crimson red. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you felt a little more confident.

He was punctually British. With tousled hair nearly reaching his shoulders, casual clothes, and the scent of expensive cologne, he greeted you with a charming smile and handed you a single rose the same shade as your lipstick.

Your legs instantly turned to jelly. He courted you in an old-fashioned way while looking at you with a gaze that promised trouble.

You went to the movies to watch the new installment of your favorite slasher franchise. Yes, you were terribly scared of horror movies and would probably sleep with the lights on for the rest of the week, but what could you do? You loved the characters and the dreadful lore.

Armed with chocolate bars in your purse, you weren’t too surprised when he insisted on buying you the overpriced popcorn at the concession stand. You accepted, promising that next time would be on you.

It was the last showing of the night, and the theater was empty except for two other couples, each sitting at opposite ends.

Noticing the strategic arrangement, you blushed like a high schooler. Yeah, you were definitely rusty.

You were embarrassed to realize the movie had barely started and half the popcorn was already gone. You began insisting he eat some too, but he claimed he was allergic to corn. At that moment, you felt even more self-conscious and selfish.

The scary part of the movie began, and you got distracted. You shut your eyes and shrank at every possible jumpscare, which made him chuckle. However, as the movie went on, he grew strangely silent.

Blood splattered across the screen, and you grabbed his hand, startled to notice that his skin was unnaturally cold.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded, but a thought struck you. Maybe he was also afraid of horror movies and had only agreed to watch it to go out with you.

“Do you want to leave?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he slid his long, pale fingers along your arm.

“Are you that scared?” he asked. “Your pulse is racing.”

“I can make it through the movie, but if you’re not comfortable, we can lea—”

“I’m fine,” he cut you off.

You continued watching, the silence occasionally broken by screams from the small audience.

The ending was disappointing. It was clear the writers had tried to surprise the audience, but it ended up making no sense.

You left the theater and started walking toward his car. He seemed to avoid looking at you directly, and you wondered if you had done something wrong.

Anxious, you couldn’t wait long before asking:

“Did something happen?”

“Your pulse is still racing,” he replied without looking at you. “I can hear your heart beating.”

“Who are you, Superman? Stop messing around and tell me what’s going on.”

“Having a reaction like that at my age isn’t normal.”

He was making even less sense now, so you stepped closer and grabbed his arm.

“At least look at me,” you almost pleaded.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Stop speaking in riddles!”

Suddenly, he grabbed you by the waist and pushed you against the car door, pressing your bodies together.

He finally looked at you: His sclera reddened, his pupils dilated, giving his handsome face a hellish appearance. Even without fully understanding what was happening, a primal fear rose within you, and you gathered all your strength to break free.

It was useless.

“Now you’re even more scared” he whispered in your ear, his voice unnaturally deeper as he placed a hand over your heaving chest. “And I… want you so badly… you smell so good, my love…”

He tightened his hold and began kissing your face feverishly and desperately.

“But I won’t kiss your lips tonight… No, this moment… will be special, I promise.”

“L-let me go,” you tried to struggle again, but he held you with the strength of a madman. Warm tears rolled down your face as you closed your eyes and accepted your fate.

“I’m sorry, my love, but I won’t. My beautiful girl. I took so many precautions to prevent this… You’ll forgive me, won’t you? Tell me you’ll forgive me.”

“Look at me,” he asked, or rather, commanded.

Hesitantly, you opened your eyes, only to be met with an even more distorted, monstrous expression. His canines had lengthened down toward his chin, and suddenly, a wave of terror and recognition washed over you.

“It won’t hurt… I promise…” he said, moments before leaning over your neck and piercing it with his pair of fangs.

At least he told the truth. You could feel the flesh being torn, but it didn’t hurt, as if the area had been numbed beforehand. Warm blood poured into his mouth as he drank it, as though savoring the most delicate and exquisite dessert.

Your fear slowly gave way to the comforting darkness of unconsciousness… You collapsed in his arms, and he held you even tighter, forcing his fangs deeper.

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