Vampire Gabriel Boseman x (Afton) GN Reader
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"Yew bloody bastard!" I snapped. This drew the attention of everyone... including my fatha. I stamped forward and suddenly my eyelids drooped. I fell forward, face planting the ground roughly. And yeah... I passed out again.
ćLike An Hour Later...ć
I opened my eyes and a hazey feeling filled my head. It felt like something was missing up there. Memories perhaps? Who fucking knows anymore. I groaned a little and sat up, bonking my head on something. WTF- Foxy was literally sitting on me, wrapping my forehead up. "Twat! Your heavy!" I yelled. "Well sorry. You bonked your head and started bleeding." Foxy said. He got off of me and stood straight... just staring at me.
"Stop being creepy will ya?" I asked. My face flushed as a cute boy stood in the doorway. Woah- he's real cute. WAIT A SECOND HE'S A GINGER- GROSS!! And gingers always tend to be Irish... so fatha wouldn't let me date em anyway. "Hello..." I said awkwardly. "Uh... hi." He mumbled. "Are you okay?" He quickly asked. He came over and motioned to my head with his hand. I locked eyes with him for a second.
"Fine. Um... do I know ya? You look familar." I asked. "School maybe." He said. 'I've been skipping class lately... I dont think so.' I thought to myself. He looked nervous suddenly. "Or maybe you just saw me somewhere else." He muttered... his cheeks tinting pink. 'Better not tell Elizabeth I think he's cute. She'll tell fatha... he'll have it with me this time.' I sighed gently. "My name's (Y/n). You?" I said. "Gabriel. You can call me Gabe though." He said.
"What even happened??? I just remember face planting... and bloody hell... my neck itches so bad." I groaned. I scratched at the bandage on my throat and froze. "How the fock did I get that?" I muttered. I peeled the bandage off, the medical tape pinching at my skin as I pulled it off.
He stared blankly at me... his pupils dilating slightly. "That looks nasty." He said... sounding distant almost. "I don't even remember what happened..." I whispered. He stepped closer to me. I poked his nose. "Your real cute for an Irishman ya know." I said. His pupils went big again and his cheeks when bright red. "I- well... thank you." He said quietly.
I nodded and smiled, giggling a little. "Well... your not too bad yerself." He said quietly. I blushed and giggled some more. "Well thanks." I said. He smiled and sat beside me, glancing briefly at my forehead. "Ya gonna be okay?" He asked. I nodded. "Meh, I'm an Afton. I've got a hard skull-" My face contorted in pain after realizing what I said. "Maybe." I breathed through my teeth... the bloody scene replaying in my head.
I blinked as few times... looking back at him. His blue eyes looked tainted, his pupils small again. He bit his lip, a sharp fang showing itself. "Huh..." He mumbled. The look in his eyes fading quickly. "Well... you should go tell your Uncle your okay. He's pretty worried about ya." He said. I nodded and stood, shaking a little as I walked from the tiny staff lounge.
I felt a tiny twist in my stomach as butterflies filled it. He was awful cute. But... fatha would kill me. Literally. Like... in my sleep too. I felt my heart slow down... suddenly sad and gloomy. It would never happen. Ever.
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Well well well... we've made it to part 2. Hope you enjoyed this. :)
