VAMPIRES pt. 1 | Charlie Walker
(yes i did use r!euro for the pic even though itâs a Charlie fic donât come for me </3)
ËËËcontent´ËË ooc Charlie, vampire! Charlie, blood, neck biting, blood drinking, gay Charlie, male! reader, use of y/n, a little horror-esque at the start but ultimately not, somewhat fast paced at times, unrealistic aspects (obviously), NSFW in part 2
Y/Nâs chest heaved, twigs snapping and long dead, snow covered leaves crunching under his feet as he ran, semi blindly navigating the dark forest. The chase was a blur, heart hammering against his ribs as he heard each thudding step behind him. Each footfall shook the ground underneath him, and his pursuer was not subtle nor careful. He knew he couldn't outrun whatever was after him, not for much longer anyway. He knew he had to hide, somewhere, anywhere. His throat and chest burned, each breath he sucked in making him wheeze. He managed to take a hasty look behind him, where he saw a mass of black fur lit by the little moonlight seeping through the trees. He whipped his head back around, focusing solely on finding a hiding place. His heart fluttered when he saw a building of some kind in the distance, he was too far and it was too dark to make out just yet, but it was something so he ran for it. Y/n ran as fast as his legs would take him, desperately clawing at the front door when he reached it. He could hear his pursuer's heavy footsteps behind him, right on his tail. Tears spilled from his eyes as he fumbled with the door handle, his body burning hot despite the below freezing temperature heâd been running in. A wheeze left him as the door opened, instantly he fell inside, scrambling to close it behind him.
As he gasped for breath from the floor, body slumped against the now closed and locked door, he listened for footsteps through the door. Y/Nâs body was coated in sweat, despite the cold air that was prominent even indoors. He continued to listen his heart beating frantically, there was nothing to be heard, no footsteps, huffs of breath, or twigs snapping. It was silent. Ominously silent. After an unknown amount of minutes had passed by with no interruption from outside, his heart had calmed down. Once the adrenaline wore off he finally noticed the stinging pain on his knees, falling onto his backside to examine them. Y/n was relieved to find his knees were only scuffed, some blood raising to the surface of his skin, from his rough collision with the floor upon his entrance. He rolled his pant legs back down before getting up and checking the rest of his body. He didn't see anything else wrong with him, but he was still left with a sinking feeling in his gut. It was silent outside, but he felt like he was being watched making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Slowly, he began to explore the room, hoping to find an explanation for all the strange occurrences that caused him to stumble to this house.
Y/n took a few tentative steps around the room, searching the corners and cabinets for signs of life or danger. The house felt empty, and the dimly lit rooms only added to the eerie atmosphere. The faint smell of old furniture and dust was the only hint that anyone was ever even here. He cautiously opened a few cabinet doors and drawers, looking for anything dangerous, maybe even something to defend himself with were that thing to come back before dawn. He saw some old tools, a few books, and some cooking utensils, but nothing really useful. He was beginning to relax when he heard a sound. It was too faint to make out, like the gentle brushing of clothes so he held his breath and listened, heart speeding up. He heard it again, more distinctly this time. It was footsteps. Goosebumps rose on his arms. Y/n froze in place, feeling as though he had somehow invaded another's territory despite all signs pointing to this building being abandoned. It was quiet outside the house, but here, within the walls, something moved, something other than himself. His heart sank.
He clenched his jaw, slowly reversing until his back hit the wall softly. A figure slowly emerged from the darkness, a pale figure with long dark hair. âWhy are you in my home?â Came a deep voice. Y/n flinched, his breath catching in his throat, eyes quickly taking in the figure standing before him, looking for any sign of aggression in their eyes or movements. Y/n's stomach twisted in knots, and he felt a cold sweat break out across his body once more. As if in response, the mysterious figure tilted their head slightly, a questioning look on their face. Y/n sucked in a nervous breath. âI- I didnât know anyone lived here⌠something was chasing me out there.â he said, voice trembling. The mysterious figure remained stoic, their light eyes studying the boyâs expression and body language. Y/n shifted on his feet, feeling uncomfortable under the intense gaze of the pale figure. âPlease⌠can you help me?â His voice sounded tiny in the silence of the room. The pale figure took a few steps closer, making no attempt to conceal the sound of their movements as they approached.
As the figure moved closer, the dim lighting showed off the features Y/n couldnât make out before. He was a pale man, long dark hair and striking eyes that were icy in appearance. His features were sharp and prominent. The manâs lips were parted, just barely visible sharp canines peaking out from behind his top lip. Y/n felt his body tremble, the man in front of him appearing to be sizing him up. Something about the man unnerved him, but simultaneously drew him in. It was almost supernatural, and after the events of this night so far, he was willing to believe anything. The icy blue eyes of the taller man studied Y/n for a few more seconds, before he spoke up. "I can help you. But there is a price for my services. Do you understand?" The man's voice was cold and flat, but there was a slight edge to it that hinted at threats beyond the surface. He gulps despite his mouth going dry, nodding at his words. Y/n's heart pounded in the silence that followed the man's words. He was in a difficult position, his life at the mercy of this mysterious man with cold, uncaring eyes. Y/n felt vulnerable in the face of the pale figure before him. He was caught between fear and desire, scared for his life but also oddly attracted to the intensity of the man's icy blue eyes. Y/n swallowed deeply, trying to keep his fear from showing on his face.
Y/n struggled to keep his expression neutral as the taller man's eyes ran over every inch of his body. Y/n's fear mixed with his growing fascination with the man, and he began to feel a strange tug at his stomach, drawn toward the man's icy presence despite himself. As the man spoke again, his voice filled Y/n with dread, and he was forced to wonder what exactly this mysterious man wanted from him. His fears began to mount as he thought about what he could possibly offer to this man who was, for all in intents and purposes, in control of his life in that moment. Y/n took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves and speak up. "whatâŚwhat is that price, exactly?" He wasn't sure he wanted to know what the man would ask of him, but the pressure was building, and his curiosity was starting to overwhelm his fear. The man's face remained stoic, his pale features remaining impassive as he studied Y/n with his piercing eyes. He finally tilted his head slightly, as if weighing his options before speaking.
Y/n felt a new surge of fear as the man tilted his head, the silence between them growing heavier with each passing moment. Something in the man's aura made Y/n feel like he was in danger, even though the man in front of him hadn't made any direct threats or aggressive movements so far. Yet, this strange, magnetic force was pulling Y/n toward the figure, and his heart pounded in his chest. He knew that he needed to be brave if he wanted the man's help, and he forced a small smile. A cold hand reached out to touch his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Y/n felt like his body was frozen in place, unable to move as the cold hand reached for him. His breath caught in his throat. The touch wasnât hostile as heâd half expected, it was surprisingly gentle. The soft caress of the cold hand sent another wave of chills down his spine, warmth pooled in his stomach. The pale man's hand continued to caress Y/n's skin, and he could feel the coldness of it seeping deep into himself through the lightest touch. The man finally spoke, his icy gaze fixed on Y/n, his voice low and almost hypnotic as he spoke.
âIn exchange for your safety, I want to feed on you.â He said lowly, face close to the shorter boyâs now. Y/Nâs stomach dropped, feed? What had he stumbled into tonight? He felt as if he was some kind of magnet for the supernatural. A nod was all he could muster up, his short internal debate deciding that having a pint or two taken from him, by a man he found attractive anyways, and getting to walk out alive in the morning was more preferable than going back out there and being eviscerated by a giant beast. âCan I know your name at least?â He asked softly, not wanting to push his luck. âCharlie.â He answered simply, hand finding its way back to the exposed skin of the humanâs arm. Y/N tensed at the touch as his hand crept up his arm, the slow, almost sensual caress causing a jolt deep in the pit of his stomach. It moved as if savoring the touch of his skin. The icy touch made him feel a bit uneasy, but at the same time, it was undeniably enticing. The vampire's eyes were fixed on Y/n, examining his expression closely. The hand continued to move closer to Y/n's neck, the vampire's eyes beginning to glow a brilliant red. Y/n could feel his lips slowly part as a wave of desire flowed through his entire body.
The vampire leaned closer to Y/n's neck, cold breath on his skin as he drew closer. Y/N felt a strange mix of fear and arousal as the man, no, as Charlie came within inches of his neck. The hunger in the vampire's eyes made Y/N's heart skip a beat, and his body shivered with anticipation as the he creeped closer. The scent of Charlie's breath was intoxicating, smelling almost sweet and his senses were heightened by the sudden jolt of desire he felt courting though his veins. His eyes shut, awaiting the feeling of a sharp pain in his neck, body practically twitching with anticipation, the irony of that didnât escape him, he couldnât think of anyone whoâd be excited about something that he presumed would be rather painful. As the razor-edged teeth penetrated his skin, the intense pain he expected never came. Just a dull ache concealed mostly by pleasure when Charlie began sucking the blood out. A chill ran up his spine, hand finding its way to Charlieâs shoulder as his head tilted to give him more room. This felt different than any heâd ever experienced before.
this ended up getting really long winded and i'll make a part 2. Part 2 will most likely be smut so idk! take this as a summerween treat :P
