If you were Dwaynes mate and happen to be pregnant when you meet him. The biological dad of that baby doesn't exist anymore (because he killed him), that's HIS baby now. Think Lotties' obsession with Shaunas baby.
He comes back to the cave one day with some adorable newborn clothes. "There for OUR baby." And you're so confused cus you just met (got kidnapped, but the memories all fuzzy cus vampire hypnosis) this man like two days ago.
When the baby is born, he'd be holding them, talking about "They have my nose." His eyes swimming with pure joy and delusion.
And you're just sitting there like, "uhhh... yeah... they have your nose......... please give me my baby back."
Hi again! I was wondering if i could request some yandere angst with dwayne? maybe like they’ve been bestfriends awhile and he knows he’s her mate and she’s got a new boyfriend or something i don’t know where else to go with it but i’d love to see your take ( could also just be like yandere headcannons of all the boys if their mate had a bf it’s up to you) Love your writing!!!!
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She's Mine Pt. 1
Yandere!Dwayne x Fem!Reader
TW: Angst, Dark thoughts, Mentions of kidnapping and forced-turning
Throughout the entirety of Dwayne’s existence, he has always been perceived as being the most controlled in his emotions in comparison to his brothers. An undead creature that never allowed himself to slip away unless it was during feeding or defending their territory from other passing vampires. A being that seemed utterly composed, an immovable wall. It seemed as if there was almost nothing that could make Dwayne lose his composure.
Almost.
The disgust and utter loathing he was feeling within himself was agonizing, threatening to consume him the longer it inhabited his consciousness as he continued watching you mention a boyfriend you have recently begun seeing. The one you were spending time with during the days in which he wasn’t allowed to see you. Right now, his instinctive need to slaughter was itching his subconscious, begging for release and lay waste on those that deserved it and it certainly wasn’t you. You were his mate. His special person.
“I would really like you to meet him sometime!” You continued, oblivious to the intense heat of his gaze as you messed with the straw of your drink, leaning against the railing with him beside you. “He’s really sweet and charming, I’ve never met someone like that before.”
‘But you did, you met me.’ He thought to himself, eyes threatening to flash the more you spoke. He loved listening to you talk, more prone to enjoy sitting back and enjoying the sound of your voice as you talk about anything and everything. Now, he just wanted the topic of conversation to slip away and discuss something else.
“I told him about you, I think you should meet him, you know? Best friend approval and all.”
‘Like I would ever approve of you being with someone that isn’t me. You’re fucking wrong, you’re mine and I’m not about to share you.’
“Sure, that’s fine with me.” He replied instead, his demeanor appearing more passive than the ambiguous notions that plagued him inside his own mindset.
You smiled, moving from the topic of conversation towards something else, something you did earlier before meeting up with him at the boardwalk. Dwayne was more appreciative with that and outwardly reactive, replying to your questions and showing interest in conversing with you. However, his mind was still replaying your previous conversation…along with arrangements.
Firstly, he would need to finish off your love interest. That disgusting waste of a human life that thought he could claim what was not rightfully his. With your suggestion on meeting your boyfriend later tonight was practically your approval gift-wrapped for him to slaughter and maim this scum into an unrecognizable puddle of revolting blood. He didn’t mind though, he would do anything for you.
You didn’t know what he was, the dangerous predator that stalked the night. He wasn’t delusional, he was perfectly sane with understanding the fact that you could potentially fear him for what he was going to do and when he shows you who he truly is. That didn’t matter to him, the bond between you both was strong and would remain that way. He would never allow you to sever the bond. He would rather die than allow that to come to pass.
However, the chance that you would never accept him, even despite everything he could ever try to have you fall in love with him, he knows other ways of making it happen. Perhaps, taking you by force would be the best way. Even better, making you into a half-vampire. That way you would be fully dependent on him. Make you realize that you need him as much as he needs you. Which would allow you to feel the bond more significantly and assist in motivating and strengthening your feelings. Until he could be certain that you felt the same way, would he only allow you to become a full vampire like him. It certainly worked for David.
He didn’t register his name being called almost a dozen times before he finally brushed his thoughts away before looking towards you.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He asked, giving you his full attention.
“Nothing! Just that he’s going to be on his way soon! We should head over to the beach and hang out!” You replied, a smile still on your face.
For once, Dwayne wished his eyes were like cameras, that way he could always remember that smile. The smile that he knows he won’t see for a while until you finally accept his feelings.
“The beach?” He pretended to give it a thought before nodding, “yeah, that’s fine. We should get going.”
“Okay!” You replied, following Dwayne to his bike and hopping on with him, wrapping your arms around his waist in the process. “You’ll love him.”
Dwayne almost wanted to laugh, the displeasure rolling off him in waves which you didn’t seem to notice. However, that displeasure turned into amusement as he realized the implication of meeting your boyfriend at the beach. It was a much better spot to tear him to pieces. It was like a sign how easy you were making this for him. If he didn’t know any better, he would have believed you already fell for him.
In time though.
The sound of the motorcycle drifting off into the night, laughing with your best friend would be the last thing you would remember in which you were your happiest. Not understanding the implications that your life would be changed figuratively and literally for the rest of your life.
Yandere Dwayne x gn!Reader, Yandere TLB x gn!Reader
Word count: 1446
Warnings: canon typical violence, yandere, stalking, no smut yet, I didn’t edit most of this 🤡
Chapter summary: after a couple weeks, you get a call from the rental store for an opportunity
Notes: I never meant for this to happen, it was only going to be smut with a lil backstory, but now the backstory has grown legs and started running. Developing a platonic yandere Max with it as well I guess?
Prove it Masterlist
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The rental store was closing up, Max was somewhere in the back room as far as Mark was concerned as he counted cash and pocketed some into his pocket. He hears Max’s voice call out a question from the back, and Mark turns to yell back an answer but finds that Max was already behind him.
Max stands there and looks down at the greasy man fumbling around trying not to incriminate himself as he watches on. Then he spoke up “Mark, I would like to bring up some of your behaviours that have been brought up to me recently.” Mark’s puffy face turns red but Max continues. “Things like harassing female customers and staff, withholding rentals from customers, pocketing overcharge, as well as the discussion of your personal life that others have found not work appropriate.”
Mark shuffles a bit, but he speaks confidently “I may have spoken too much of my personal matters but they never told me they were uncomfortable! And I would never do any of those things you’ve accused me of! I swear on my life! Was it Maria? Honestly kids these days are always gossiping instead of doing their job, I will talk to them myself about spreading misinformation!” Max watches him dig a deeper and deeper grave for himself, but he knew how close it was to sunrise, so he couldn’t find this situation as funny.
Max’s gentle smile seemed to calm the stout man’s nerves, but that was completely shot down at his next words. “None of the staff reported you, a customer was concerned how you treated the other employees, bossing them around, pushing your work onto them, making lewd comments about underage girls. So I looked into the footage myself.” Mark was at a loss, and that confusion quickly turned to anger “so you’re going to fire me?! Why go through the trouble of asking me if you were looking through the footage already?!”
Mark readies to march his little incel self out the store but Max’s firm hand on his shoulder stops him. All of a sudden, the hair on his arms stood up and goosebumps started to appear as apprehension filled his senses. Looking up at his former superior, flashes of all the times he had trash talked about Max's lack of a backbone, that he was too lenient to his employees, came to the forefront of his mind, but what was he going to do now? Why does he feel like he’s in danger?
Suddenly the shop's door opens with a satisfying ‘whooosh’ but any fleeting hope leaves quickly as Max's face brightens “right on time boys.”
No one was around to hear Mark’s screams.
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Two weeks have gone by since you rented that movie. It did its job in cheering you up a little bit but it didn’t change the fact that you were accumulating more homework faster than you can get though. You haven’t returned to the rental shop besides using the drop off box during the day, you didn’t want to risk running into Mark again. You knew someday you’ll cave and go back to get another movie, perhaps after another panic attack, but for now you can go back to your non boardwalk routine.
Suddenly there’s a large bang somewhere in the house, and it causes you to nearly jump a foot in the air. Sitting stiffly still you wait for any other noises, the past recent events playing in your paranoid mind. Strange whispers, laughing, and revs of an engine, have been successful at constantly breaking your focus on your homework and keeping you up at night. There’s been random knocks, windows you swore you closed are left wide open, and stuff around your room moved slightly. Luckily the tension was soon broken, as the noise was soon followed by one of your parents' slew of swears.
Just as you move back to your homework, there’s a shrill ringing right next to your room. Confused, you check the old landline you swore was decommissioned and it was indeed ringing. Perhaps your parents haven’t broken off the thingie with the phone company? You don’t know that adult stuff.
Despite all the horror movies you’ve watched, you felt strangely compelled to pick up the receiver.
Hey, after all this time, why is it still ringing? “Hello? This is Max speaking” you felt dumbstruck for a moment but you responded, cursing yourself for your stuttering. “Hi! I was wondering if you were still interested in applying here, because we can schedule an interview for you!” Your eyes widen. The rest Of the phone call is a Blur. Gravity seems to rush back as you hang up, your body feeling heavy. An interview. Tomorrow. Tomorrow at 7 PM. Oh my God, what are you going to wear?
Homework all but forgotten, by the time you finally decide on an outfit, your room looks like a tornado rocked through it. You don’t remember falling asleep, the previous anxiety around Mark disappearing and is replaced with anticipation for this opportunity. You barely had the time to wonder how Max knew you were interested in the job, or how he found your number, as you remember clearly watching Mark throw out your information. You decided to ask Max later.
You couldn’t focus on school, even when your teacher scolded you for your late assignments and homework. Barely noticed how all your “friends” avoided you like to plague, head lost in the clouds as you sat alone during lunch.
Until finally, around 6:30 PM you were walking across the boardwalk again. You notice the sun has yet to completely set, as it was shining right into your eyes. You didn’t know what to expect when you got there, but as soon as you introduced herself to the pretty clerk at the counter you were pulled straight into training.
It was around 8 PM when Max walked through the doors, Maria was teaching you how to use the cash register so you two were the first to see him. He asks the ‘how are you’s’, ‘how have you adjusted’s’, but he didn’t mention the interview so you didn’t bring it up either.
Max motions you to follow him, which you assumed was the official interview, but it was just for some paperwork for your employment. You decide to ask the big question on your mind, how did he find your information? How did he know you wanted to work there? But Max just shrugged it off and said with a laugh “there are job opportunities opening up every day.”
Heading back over to Maria to resume your training, she seems happy to see you. As you two work Maria tells you more about the other employees who work here, but when Mark is discussed both of you paused. When you pry more Maria says in an apprehensive tone, “he… quit.” Brightening up a bit she reassured you that you’ll be a much better fit here.
Just then, the doors slide open and reveal four boys dressed up as trouble. The brunette not only stands out amongst the blond trio, but his face and familiar intense stare brings back another memory from that night. This time however, when you make eye contact he smirks and walks over to you, the rest of his friends follow right after him. They crowd around the counter as they stare at you like you’re a new exhibit in a zoo, and it makes you a bit uncomfortable.
They start conversing with Maria, but most of them still have their eyes on you, the curly blond looking like he’s about to jump the counter with how far he’s leaning. After a bit they eventually leave, but not until Maria, a bit tone deaf, enthusiastically introduces you to the boys. Apparently she was on a first name basis with them all, and apparently she didn’t notice how uncomfortable their presence was making you.
But the boys did.
Each giving you smirks and little touches on the arm as they pass. Their scent of motor oil, leather, and something metallic hits you hard as they pass. The one you know now as Paul snickering as he greets you by name. They know your name now. Maria, bless her heart, carries on as normal as she gossips a bit about the boys as she does so. Apparently, those boys and Max have history as well, Maria had never seen them stay for so long, and Max allowed it! Maria shakes her head, her curly hair bouncing as she does so, and remarks that maybe things are going to be changing.
When your friends insisted on spending the summer in sunny town of Santa Carla (a friend’s folks had a summer house there and, well, they would be out of town for a while...), you weren’t quite sure what you were expecting to come out of it. Maybe a lazy summer of too hot days and cheap beer and the typical twenty-something shenanigans; late nights spent on the brightly colored boardwalk, dancing and laughing and remembering nothing of anything the next day!
But you certainly hadn’t expected him.
Who he was, you weren’t entirely sure. His name escaped you, no one you asked knew who he was, who any of them were.
It wasn’t just one man that haunted you, there was a wild group of beautiful strangers! For weeks, you’d seen them roaming around, catching glimpses of them here and there. They came only in the night, appearing from the shadows so suddenly only to vanish before the first break of dawn. Here one moment, gone the next, and gone again, you often found yourself wondering and waiting...waiting for him.
The beautiful punk in all black, with bleach blonde hair and a wry sort of smile! His eyes seemed to find you wherever you went, a brilliant blue haze lingering upon you…
The boy with blonde curls and cruel eyes! He had a habit of appearing before you, a scream falling from your lips and laughter from his own and, despite the terror, you were so, so tempted to kiss the cupid’s bow shape of his lips.
The one with dark, wild hair and haunting eyes, a velvet whisper falling from his lips. Never too close but never too far, it was his voice that seemed to find you wherever you went…
The vivacious blonde with brilliant blue eyes and a laugh like music. Wherever he was there was music and some part of you dared to dance with him!
There were two more, you’d noticed, a beautiful young girl with sad, starry eyes and a little boy who’s face felt so familiar to you...they were not as wild and but just as lovely to look at, the boy following around the girl like a lost pup.
No one could deny that they were beautiful creatures!
There was something so alluring about them, a silent whisper that seemed to pull you closer and closer...but you always pulled away just in time, sensing some unknown danger deep within yourself and fleeing. They always came and you always ran and when you did, you dreamed of him! Oh, you couldn’t understand it, any of it!
The terror, the wanting, the horror!
For so long, you just tried to ignore it.
Dancing and laughing with your friends, you tried to drown yourself in the sweet, sweltering of a hazy summer…
But it was so strange!
In the daylight, you felt so safe. With the sunlight kissing your skin softly, the fear just melted far, far away. There were times that you thought that you’d simply made him up in a drunken little dream, no more then a lusty little fantasy…
In the moonlight, it returned to you all at once! Terror and passion came together in a mess of emotions, the feeling swallowing you whole. And as you drowned in the darkness of it, that dream became a nightmare and then...your reality. A voice seemed to whisper from the deepest abyss and it was him…
Always him!
(As summer comes to a close, a vampire will claim himself a bride...will you be his most beloved victim?)
Like David, Dwayne knows what he's doing is perceived as "wrong"
But the pull to you is so strong! You must feel it too! You are his Mate, no question about it.
And you end up being so adorable, so naive and innocent? Dwayne is a romantic, so this is perfect. He's ready to be your fairytale prince, your knight in shining armor. The fact that he's a blood thirsty creature of the night? You Don't Need to Know.
Frankly, he might set up a situation where he "saves" you on the boardwalk from a creep or a fight. You're so charmed by him after that.
Unlike David, Dwayne might have a certain... investment in protecting your innocence. It's what draws him to you, and you're perfect just the way you are. He'd rather keep you safe in the cave, away from the dangerous scary world altogether so you'll keep on being your perfect pure self.
So, he steals you away one night, right from your bedroom. It's not a slow burn like with David, you're thrown right into the deep end. You wake up and have no idea where you are, and the only other person around is this gorgeous but frightning guy who insists he's doing what's best for you. That he loves you, that you're meant to be his.
Luckily for Dwayne, you're far too naive to fight back or try to leave. At first, you cry and beg for him to let you go but he just pats your head, kisses your forehead, and assures you that everything will be fine. You'll love him soon enough, it's fate.
So between the kidnapping and the insistence that you're meant to be your captor's soulmate, it ends up being easier to just... shut down.
Which Dwayne is fine with, oddly enough. You can keep on being his sweet little prince/princess, and you're not crying anymore. He hates to see you sad, and in a way, you just shutting down is a form of acceptance. You won't try to leave now, after all.
And he's happy to continue taking care of you if you won't take care of yourself. He'll brush your hair, dress you, feed you. You become like a doll, just bending to his whims. And he likes it - he doesn't have to worry about you anymore, he can keep you completely safe and perfectly innocent
Hi Hi!!!!! I was wondering if you’d be cool doing headcannons for Yandere Dwayne (i know i sent in the ask about his recent fic but i’m on like a yandere dwayne kick rn) like things he’d do and maybe if they know eachother how he’d be before he took got with her and like how he’d be after IDK I JUST LOVE HIM AND THE WAY YOU WRITE AHHHH 💋💋(also sorry for staying anon i’m shy LOL)
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No worries, anon! I'm more than happy to write more yandere!Dwayne content!! Thank you so much for this request. It's okay to be shy!
Yandere!Dwayne HCs
TW: Slight Stalking, Mentions of kidnapping, murder and forced-turning
Before The Relationship:
In my previous headcanons, I classified Dwayne as being an overprotective yandere.
Therefore, your safety is his ultimate priority, especially when it’s confirmed that you are his mate.
When he first discovered you, he’s more prone to simply watching over you and making sure you were safe from harm.
Seriously, whenever he would find you on the boardwalk, his gaze wouldn’t leave your figure for even a second. Even if he was being bothered by Paul and Marko, he would simply shrug them off and continue watching over you.
Seriously, it feels like a hawk watching over their prey and you might even feel the hairs standing on the back of your neck but unable to pinpoint where it was coming from.
One of the ways in which he would finally interact with you is seeing an opportunity when you’re being bothered by Surf Nazis. Another one would be if he found you looking at something that he also has special interest in and spark up a conversation.
If it’s the first option, Dwayne will not hesitate to make his way over and practically bring the Surf Nazi to their knees with a hand around their throat and telling them to “fuck off” in that deep voice of his.
Dwayne is a romantic at heart, he would love nothing more than to sweep you off your feet and fall in love with him the natural way.
He would be an absolute gentleman and treat you with the utmost respect. However, he is still a chaotic boy and would mess with you on occasion but it’s all in good fun and nothing that would make you upset.
However, that wouldn’t stop the thought of kidnapping you. Part of him, his instincts, scream at him to take you and claim you as his mate no matter the consequences.
However, it is only when you come under serious harm that he would put that fantasy into reality.
Also, do not let him find out that you have a significant other, he will not hesitate to slaughter them while you potentially watch and finally take you for himself.
If he has to take you and forcibly turn you into a half-vampire, he will do everything he can to make you trust him again while watching as the bond between you strengthens and influences your feelings for him.
However, he is still a vampire and is not afraid to play dirty when you try leaving him, he simply wouldn’t allow it. You could get hurt!
During The Relationship:
In a relationship, Dwayne is the best yandere to be with compared to the boys.
Especially if you like having a mate that constantly worries over your safety and enjoys simply being near you. You basically hit the ultimate jackpot.
If you finally learned your place being beside him, he will still be the caring and protective Dwayne you remember him being before he took you.
As a vampire with very few words, he shows his affection for you through actions.
He is fond of cuddling you and giving you kisses on your forehead, cheeks, knuckles. On the boardwalk, he loves holding your hand and giving you small squeezes on occasion.
As an act of claiming you, he would give you a matching earring that he made long before he even interacted with you.
He is overprotective and wouldn’t allow you to do very much on your own. He would need to be beside you almost the entire time you’re outside the cave.
Logically, he knows that you can protect yourself, especially if it’s during the route where he turned you, but he still would feel that vampiric overprotectiveness when it comes to his mate and their safety.
It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, in this point of your relationship, he absolutely trusts you with his undead life. The bond made sure of that. He just doesn’t trust other people, possibly causing you problems or bothering you.
If something happened to you, some of the freedom you received would be taken away and his smothering would increase.
He would rather die than have something happen to you and if he had to risk having you hate him and restart the process of making you love him again is something he is willing to make.
TW: Cursing, dark thoughts, gore, forced-turning, kidnapping
Part One
The rumbling of the engine was diminished as Dwayne turned off his precious bike. Pushing out the kickstand with his boot, he stabilized it before getting off and helped you gain your footing onto the grainy sand of the beach.
It was almost too easy.
Your meeting spot with your love interest was in a concealed section of the beach hidden behind large rocks. Since it was late at night, not many people would be on the beach due to the cold weather. Now, you both were waiting for that scum to arrive.
“God, I’m so excited! I really hope you like him!” Your voice always sounded like soft bells that resonated within his subconcious. Now, speaking of that disgusting vermin made your voice sound like nails on a chalkboard. He felt horrible for making that comparison, but he couldn’t help the animosity he felt in that moment.
‘Trust me, that’s never going to happen.’
“I’m sure I will, as long as he treats you right.” He replied instead, leaning against the rocky surface and crossing his arms, hands threatening to turn white from his intense grip on his leather jacket.
Suddenly, the small silence was broken by the distant sound of footsteps, footsteps that were heading in your direction. The sounds of disturbed sand was as loud as thunder with Dwayne's vampiric hearing. Dwayne felt his fangs threaten to make their appearance.
"Hey!" A guy came around the corner, wearing a leather jacket, red shirt and blue distressed jeans. His hair was brown with hazel eyes and Dwayne couldn't wait to pop them out of his skull.
His eyes flashed at the thought.
"Anthony! Hey!" You returned the greeting, smiling as you rushed over to thr person in question. Dwayne almost grabbed you but held his composure. "How are you?!"
"I'm great! I just couldn't wait to see you." He replied, before glancing towards Dwayne. "So, this is the guy right?"
'I'm standing right fucking here, asshole.'
"Yeah!" You grabbed Anthony's hand and pulled him towards Dwayne. It was almost like you were presenting his next meal on a silver platter.
"Anthony, this is my best friend Dwayne! Dwayne, Anthony!" You gestured to each other as you introduced them.
"Hey, man, what's up?" Anthony asked, holding out his hand and Dwayne glanced towards it like it was covered in filth before slowly shaking it. "Wow, you don't speak much, huh?"
"Only if they're assholes." Dwayne replied with a sarcastic tone. You quickly nudged him and he barely spared you a glance.
Anthony was getting a little irritated. "Look, dude. I hope you're not jealous or something. I mean, she likes me so I would just move o-"
It was the perfect time to strike and Dwayne was getting tired of this asshole's mouth.
Everything happened so quickly. Anthony speaking with an air of confidence and suddenly gripping his face, screaming in pain.
You screamed, backing away and covering your mouth at the sight of Anthony's torn flesh that he desperately tried to cover. You thought Dwayne pulled out a blade, yet you didn't catch him pull one out.
"Dwayne, what did you do?!" You looked towards him and what you saw almost scared you to death.
His figure was ridged with eyes glowing their demonic red and gold with protruding fangs that were itching for more carnage. Blood and torn tissue was desperately clinging to the underside of Dwayne's sharp talons.
"You're crazy!" Anthony yelled, clinging onto his face as he tried to run off.
Like he would ever let him escape.
With his advanced speed, he quickly caught up and knocked Anthony to the ground, sand flying into the air from the sheer force. Dwayne climbed onto him and with animalistic sounds escaping him, he began savagely mutilating him. His talons ripped into Anthony's flesh and tearing him apart.
Your sobbing and pleads were fallen on deaf ears as Dwayne continued his torment, Anthony's screams filling the air from his brutality.
"Stop! Stop it!" You cried, gaining some amount of courage to wrap your arms around Dwayne's neck and trying to pull him off. "You're killing him!"
Dwayne's instincts told him to keep you away, protect you from coming into harm's way because of his clouded mind. Quickly, he gripped your arms, talons threatening to cut through your jacket and throw you off him and onto the sand.
After making sure you were alright from the fall, Dwayne turned back and finished Anthony off. He gripped his throat and ripped out his jugular, allowing Anthony to finally fade away from life.
You were crying, hands dug into the sand with your face hidden within the sleeves of your jacket. You felt horrible, allowing Anthony to be killed because you were friends with a monster. A monster that you once thought was your best friend and you could trust with your life.
Suddenly, hands gripped your forearms and pulled you up, causing you to thrash in Dwayne's hold as he pulled you to sit against the enormous rock.
"Why would you do that?!" You screamed, continuing to thrash as Dwayne tried moving your hair away from your face. "You killed him! You killed him! Why?!"
"Because I had to." He answered, cupping your face with blooded palms and making you look at him. His eyes were still that demonic color. "He wanted you and I couldn't allow that. You're mine."
"I'm not yours! I'll never be yours! I hate you!" You replied, shakily breathing as tears streamed down your face.
"Not for long."
Slowly, Dwayne pulled away to pull up the sleeve of his leather jacket before plunging his fangs into his sun-kissed skin.
"W-What are you doing?" You whispered.
Dwayne pulled away with blooded lips as he cupped your cheek, pulling his bleeding wrist towards your face.
"What I need to do."
"No!"
The last thing you remember was him gripping your hair and forcing his wrist into your mouth, pouring the sickening sweet liquid of his blood down your throat. Your screams were muffled as you tried pulling away but Dwayne's strength was unmatched. As your body weakened and darkness began clouding your vision, you felt Dwayne lift you.
"You'll finally understand, I know you will."
The darkness won and you finally lost consciousness.
