My girlfriendās a Vampire?!
Megan Skiendiel x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: One late night Megan comes barging into your home unnoticed, agonizing about how hungry she is. Worried about how different she seems, you offer her leftover food, but that is the least appeasing meal to her appetite right now.
Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood, blood sucking, (wo)manhandling, begging, fear, kissing
AN: Itās been a while since I posted, but thatās because Iāve been working on this. Itās my first non SMAU post here on tumblr and also finally doing a different concept. I wonder if I should continue this into more parts? š¤
Also kinda inspired by Jenniferās Body (the goat)
Tonight had been one of those nightsāthose nights where it took 3 hours of lying under the covers in dead silence to finally go to sleep. And it was hell, but in the fullness of time you eventually felt your eyelids flutter close at 12:14am. Unlike other days, you didnāt fight the sleepiness. In fact, you relished in it.
A sigh even leaves your lips just as your brain signals the wires in your body to shut down. All was well.
Your skin jolts awake at the sound of glass breaking echoes between rooms. Your eyes stare at your closed door in fear that someone else is here. Who were you kidding? You knew someone else had to be hereāyour gut practically screamed at you that they were.
As the fight-or-flight response runs through your body, your hands reach for your phone and immediately dial 911. Youāre not stupid; youāve watched enough documentaries and horror movies on TV to know what happens to dense victims.
The emergency services pick up without another ring and you speak frantically but at a safe under-volume level.
ā911, whatās your emergency?ā The dispatcher starts.
āI woke up to the sound of glass breaking inside my home and I live alone. I believe thereās an intruder.ā You did your best to sound as calm as possible because you knew freaking out would only mess up the correct pronunciation of the words. Though it was incredibly hard to actually apply your thoughts to your body.
āOkay, please hide in a secure spot and remain out of sight. Help will be there shortly.ā The lady on the other line speaks very calmly to you. Her calmness almost eases in the situation.
You slide up from your bed and hide inside your closet. Luckily youāre able to lock the door from the inside out. While youāre sitting there, you remain on the phone with emergency services as she asks you questions about your location and condition. And you answer them to the best of your ability.
Your heart thumps loudly in your chest as the rhythm of footsteps settles closer and closer from outside of your room. Your body doesnāt move an inch when the sound of your bedroom door creaks open.
Itās silent for another moment before you hear a voice. āY/N?ā Thatās not just any voice; that's Meganās voiceāyour girlfriendās voice. Although, of course, you still hesitated. āY/N, are you home?ā Her voice seemed very drained, like all the life in her words had been sucked out.
Still hesitant, you stand up and reach for the closet door. However, just before unlocking it, the doorknob is forcefully twisted, and the door is launched open. You stand there starstruck as Megan stands in front of you; her eyes are as red as roses, and her face is as pale as a porcelain antique doll's.
āIs everything okay?ā The forgotten voice behind your phone speaks. You place the device against your ear and explain that it was just a false alarm.
āYes, I apologize. It was just a false alarm; I didnāt realize that my partner was the supposed intruder. There is no danger, and I am safe." You explain, even as embarrassed as you were doing it.
The dispatcher sighs, but thankfully it seemed filled with more relief than annoyance. Home invasions are extreme emergencies, so it was only natural to be relieved at this instance where the threat was not actually present. Still, she explains that services are still required to come to evaluate the situation and check to make sure everything is truthfully safe.
When the dispatcher hangs up the call, your eyes immediately look up to Megan again, only to find that she was no longer standing in front of you. Just a secondānot even a blink agoāshe was standing right here. Were you really that focused on the conversation?
Slowly you walk out of your room and into the living space. There she was, sitting on the edge of the couch with her head buried in her hands. While frantically walking over to her, you notice the mess on the floor. You stop for a second before carefully stepping over the shattered glass that started this whole night in the first place.
You quietly sit beside her as worrisome thoughts cross your mind. This whole thing was weird and you didnāt like it.
āMeiā¦ whatās going on? Youāre kind of freaking me out. You came in here unnoticed, and youāre acting strange. I mean, seriously, you made me call the police!ā A part of you was scolding her for her actions, but the other part of you was still very wary about why she was doing this in the first place. Still having the instinct to provide her comfort, you gently place a hand against her back.
Her once-shaking hands now ceased movement, and her breathing hitched. āIām sorryā¦ā She murmurs out, slowly exposing her face from underneath her palms.
As soon as she exposed her pupils hidden beneath her hands, your whole body ran a chill through every muscle in your body, like you were prey experiencing the gaze of a predator for the first time. A reaction without thought. In other words, instinct.
But thatās insane. Megan was no predator to you; she's your loving partnerā¦right?
But that gaze. That daunting, haunting gaze that told you you werenāt safe overbore every other ethical thought in your mind.
Suddenly, as if Megan heard it before you, she gets up and strides in the direction of your bathroom right as the doorbell rings.
You wanted to go after her, but the door was more important knowing it was most likely the police. And so you got up from the couch opened up the door, though not before looking through the peep whole to really confirm it was the police.
āWe were called for a home invasion.ā One cop states from your doorstep.
āYes, I apologize for calling. In reality there was no danger. I was falling asleep when I heard glass break. Turns out it was just my girlfriend.ā You explain the whole situation properly to the police in hopes that the situation doesnāt escalate any further than it needs to.
āWell, if thereās no immediate threat and you didnāt call maliciously, thatās all that matters. But just to be sure, do you mind if we search your perimeter?ā he asks.
You shake your head and wave your hand dismissively. āNo, not at all. Go right ahead!ā
The cop gives a small smile before he signals to the rest of his team to search around the perimeter of your house. While others search, he stays standing in front of you to exchange names and collect information in case something else happens.
After a few minutes pass of doing an efficient search, nothing out of the ordinary is found, and so the officers leave. You close the front door and turn around.
Despite knowing it was just Megan, your heart was still racing inside your chest. She just wasnāt acting the sameānot in the slightest. Hiding her face, having red eyes, her pale skin, and stalking around the houseāit was just too unusual. Even for her usual.
Suddenly you hear a door slam shut, and before you know it, she paces into your sight and walks straight at you. Her pace was incredibly quick; it felt like she was in front of you in just under a second.
You examine her face again. Her sclera wasnāt as red as it had been in the beginning, but prominent veins were exposing themselves under the eyes of her skin.
āOkay, tell me whatās going on right now. You lookāin the nicest way possibleāabsolutely terrible.ā You muster enough courage to speak.
Megan squints her eyes at you before opening her mouth to speak. āYou want to know, huh? Well, my head is pounding, my throat is dry, my upper teeth are aching so bad, and my stomach is growling like I havenāt eaten in weeks!ā Megan groans, grasping a fistful of her hair and tugging it in agonizing pain.
āMaybe I should take you to the hospital, Megan?ā As soon as you say that, she grabs onto your wrists.
āNo! I can never go there.ā Her grip tightens, causing you to wince in pain. āDo you understand? Never mention that again.ā All of this strengthāyou didnāt even know such strength existed within her. She was always so gentle with you, but tonight, this definitely wasnāt the Megan you know and love.
Helpless and completely restrained, you reluctantly agree. āAlright, Iām sorry. I wonāt take you there.ā Her grip loosens. You wait a moment before walking over to your kitchen. āAt least let me feed you.ā You open your fridge door, lean down, and peek inside to see what you can warm up. Not even a second later, youāre pulled backwards as the fridge door slams shut.
āThe food in there smells disgusting.ā Megan states, suddenly standing right in front of you once again.
You blink. āWhat? You donāt even know what I was planning to make. And I thought you liked my cooking?ā Although it wasnāt really the time, you couldnāt help but feel offended at the thought that sheās been deceiving you about her liking your meals all this time.
āI didnāt need to see it; I could smell it from here. Iām just not hungry for anything in there right now.ā She whispers.
Meganās hands tremble once more before she whips around and grips the counterās edge as if sheās battling against her own body. From behind you, you can faintly see her jaw opening wide as you hear her groan in pain. You stood there, helpless, unsure of what to do next.
Slowly, she turns around with an open-wide jaw and bares her teeth at you. Her once human-sized canine teeth were now grown out to the length of 15mm.
āM-Meganā¦ yourā¦ teeth?ā You stutter over your words in shock. Her eyes stare directly into your neck with the same predatory gaze.
Was she a- No, no, thatās impossible. Vampiresā¦ vampires were nothing but folkloreāa popular, heavily romanticized folklore creature. But then again, how can you explain whatās standing right in front of you?
āAre you aā¦?ā Her raised eyebrow interrupts your sentence, causing you to swallow hard.
āWhat does it matter what I am? Iām starving, and you look incredibly delicious.ā She inches closer. āI couldnāt resist! I tried my best to stay in bed and ignore my hunger, but every time I closed my eyes, your beautiful neck kept appearing in my mind.ā In an instant, her arms trap you against the counter like a cage. āYou know I would never hurt you, right?ā A hand of hers comes up to cup your chin as she bares her teeth at you again.
You nod, your body and mind frozen in fear.
āWill you let me to feed on youāsuck your blood for sustenance? Please, my love, I desperately need it.ā She pleads. āI feel like I might perish without it. You wouldnāt let your girlfriend die? I canāt stop imagining how delectable your blood will taste; I need it to become a reality.ā A low grumble escapes her throat at the thought of tasting you.
That same hand, once cupping your chin, slides down to wrap around your neck as she leans her face closer. She plants soft kisses along your exposed neck, and without any further resistance, you let out a helpless whimper.
āI can smell your fear. Why are you so afraid? Itās just me.ā She stands tall and gazes into your eyes. For a fleeting moment, you catch a glimpse of her humanity, barely visible in her pupil before it becomes lost within the storm of her iris. āPleaseā¦ā She grasps your hair and pulls your head back, exposing your neck at an easy-to-reach angle.
You were torn between pushing her away and agreeing to it. You hadnāt even believed vampires were real, let alone be in a situation where your vampire girlfriend wants to feed on you.
What are you even supposed to say to her? Well, she finishes that thought for you.
āYou truly believe Iām going to hurt youā Megan reads your face. āI would never hurt you; I love you too much to let you go. Honestly, some nights I even contemplate turning you while youāre asleep so we can stay together forever. But I could never do it because I love your humanity too much; itās so pure, and it preserves mine.ā Megan whispers against your cheek. āSo, what do you say?ā
After thinking about her desperate pleas and the amount of trust you truly have for her, you take a deep breath, close your eyes, before slowly nodding your head with permission.
A grin spreads across her lips at your permission. āDonāt worry, baby, I wonāt bite into your carotid artery. Iāll feed on the smaller capillaries located on the sides of your neck. That way the bit wonāt be fatal.ā Without another word, Megan proceeds to do just that. You yelp in pain as you feel blood rushing out and down your neck.
Her knees fell weak at the taste of your blood, and her hands grasped your shoulders to keep you right where she wants you.
When your voice trembles, Megan swiftly wraps her hand around your upper neck, applying just enough pressure to silence you. However, she positions her hand precisely to avoid interfering with her feeding.
Just when you think youāre starting to get used to the feeling, you cry out in pain as she sinks her teeth deeper in your skin. āIt hurts!ā Your voice strains under her grasp, but sheās more than capable of making out your words.
Her control was different; it seemed like she had none. She didnāt pull away when you expressed your pain. Only after you tried to push her off does she pull back on her own.
Megan licks her lips, cleaning the traces of your blood around her mouth, and grins contentedly. āMm, thatās the best blood Iāve ever tasted. Let me have more?ā When you shake your head her pupils grow angrily large, only before calming down when she realizes that you are just still wary.
She cups your chin again and stares into your eyes. Usually youāre able to make out what Megan was thinking by the look of her eyes, but now it had become incredibly difficult to read.
Unexpectedly, she leans forward and latches her lips against yours in an effort to calm you down, and it worked. If you ignored the faint taste of metal on her tongue, the familiarity of her lips and touch was easing. The movements of her lips became more intense as she kissed with less control; her tongue diving into your mouth and her body pressed right against yours.
The more time went on, the more harder it was getting to breathe. She wasnāt giving you long enough breaks to catch your breath. Only at the last second when you swore you were going to pass out does she pull away. Though sheās still close enough to feel her nose against yours.
āWhy havenāt you just killed me if you can barely resist me?ā You mutter weakly.
Megan doesnāt answer directly with words and instead laughs. She leans down and licks more of the red liquid that drips out of the bite mark on your neck. āWe should bandage this before you lose too much blood. I canāt let you die.ā
She avoids the question altogether and leads you into the bathroom with a tight grasp, as if to reassure herself you werenāt going to run away. But you guess thatās okay, because as long as sheās Megan, youāll continue to love her endlessly.
