He kisses your neck before biting down as gentle as he can. He holds your hand and will stop as soon as you squeeze his hand twice in a row. Vincent then laying you down afterwards and kiss your wound and tend to it if he went too far, too deep, and did too much. He’ll get you water, orange juice, snacks, and cuddles.
If the bite marks bother you, he would craft you chokers with anything you want on it. He’ll kiss the faded mark then you, telling you how pretty and beautiful and precious you are to him.
He would tear a person apart for you then turn around and worship the land you walk.
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@vampyrgoff, I saw you were looking for some Vincent Sinclair headcanons awhile back (I'm a simp for this man, too), so here's some to quince that thrust. Hope you like vampires...
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Vampire!Vincent Sinclair x Reader
Tw: blood, biting, draining, killing mentioned, obsessed Vincent of you
To me, this makes since because he see him more outside at night than in the day (besides scaring the shit out of Carly). So, I like the idea of Vincent being a vampire in a different world.
ANYWAYS
He wears long sleeves when he goes outside to make sure his arms don't get burned, and he can retract his hands into his sleeves if the heat gets too much.
Because he can't go into the sun, he goes out at night for walks and for fresh air when he feels like it.
Because he can go out at night while his brothers can walk in the daylight, Vincent knows all the stars in the sky and can name every single shape.
Also, he and Lester go night fishing/hunting. Vincent is really good at night fishing! He prefers to do that when he and Lester hang out.
He's the strongest out of his brothers
Vincent's a fan of drink from his victims when they are parallelized because it makes it easy. They don't fight. No screaming or begging-- it's perfect.
If he has to drink without the parallelized shot, he's strong enough to make hold the person down to drink until the person's dead.
If the person is almost dead and Bo gives them as a leftover, he makes sure to hold the person tight and lovingly as if he's giving them a hug when he finishes them off. He can feel their pain, their death; he knows how Bo is: rough and like an animal when he feeds.
If he doesn't want to drink at the moment, he'll just drain them until they are a husk of a person.
Two of his vampire powers, because every vampire has to have vampire powers, is the ability to see his victim's memories after taking their blood and reading thoughts just by looking at a person. He looks back on the victim's memories whenever he wants to escape from reality and see what's outside of Ambrose. He always wanted to travel the state...
Then he met you.
You were exploring the House of Wax while Bo was replacing your spark plugs. You were looking at all of Vincent's creations with awe and bright eyes, but you looked the paintings the most.
He watched you as he stood still in the room, pretending to be a statue, and watched you take a chair from the "Dinning Room" and placed it in front of the painting. His eyes lingered over you as you took out a notebook and started writing something. If he came any closer, he knew you would feel him there, so he'll stay put. It's been a while since someone has looked over his work, but he hasn't seen a writer before.
Then you closed your notebook and looked at his painting, a small smile forming over your lips. You stayed still as you looked over his work. The colors just mixed perfectly that you didn't thing anything of it besides beauty and admiration. Part of you was happy that your spark plugs busted and it led you here. You love art and paintings.
"Vincent," you read aloud the name on the painting as if it was a prayer. Behind you, he gripped the inside of his sleeve. The way you said his name made his still-beating heart start again. He watched the flames get higher and higher, and it burned the inside of his blood.
He heard your heartbeat and how low it grew as you looked at the painting. He sees you pull out your phone and take a picture of his painting, so you can remember it forever. He wondered who you would show it to, who else would love his paintings just as you do. He wasn't to keep you close and never let you go, but why cage a free bird? He decided not to kill you, to let you walk away with memories of the House of Wax and his painting forever stilled in your phone. Even if you forget his name when you leave, he'll never forget you.
"Got yer car fixed," Bo's voice echoed in the house as his boots tapped over the floor. "A good fix, too! Hope ya don't mind mind but I changed your oil as well and put air in y'er tires."
Vincent wanted to tell his brother to stay back and not say anything to him. He wanted to let his brother no to acknowledge him. He wanted to soak in your beauty for a while longer, to inspire him more and more. To remember you as his muse.
But Bo didn't listen to his silent pleads as he looked right at his masked twin.
"Hello, Vincent."
You tilted your head as Bo looked right at a statue then you thought of something that both brothers didn't expect. "Oh! All the statues have names?" Then you looked right at Vincent, smiling, "Is that the statue of the person that did the painting?"
Bo fixed his hat, finally picking up on why Vincent hasn't moved. He chuckles lowly and says, "Why, yes, darlin'." He nodded at Vincent and said, "This is what he looks lik'."
You stood up from your chair and stood in front of him, arms length away. You offered a smile at him and it was the most beautiful thing Vincent has ever laid eyes on. He can't look at the sun or feel its warmth on his face, but your smile made him see every sunset and rise, every bright summer sunny say, every blue filled sky of light and stars.
I wonder if he looks as handsome as he does as a statue, you thought. Vincent's cheeks burned as he heard your thoughts of him racing more and more. I hope I can meet him.
"I love his paintings," you told Bo with a grin. You looked behind to see the painting again. "Do you think I could meet him? I would love to praise his art!" You faced them again and asked, "I love his paintings."
Bo smirks, giving you his best southern boy smile. "Wha' if I tol' you y'all already met him?"
You tilted your head as he patted the back of the statue, but froze as your eyes grew wide. You were expecting something hallow, but you heard Bo's hand patted the back of a person. of a human.
You looked between Bo and the statue, stepping back.
Vincent blinks.
You let out a yelp as you bumped into the chair and fell on your ass. You watched as the statue moved, but Vincent looked almost sad as he did. His lone blue eyes lingered over you as you watched it morph into a bright red, something so close to a blood and red roses.
"Mama tol' ya not t'play wit' y'er food, Vinny," Bo drawl, no emotion in his face. "Ya know betta than 'at."
You coward away until your back is pressed under the painting frame, and you closed your eyes and turned your head to look away. You felt Vincent kneeling in front of you as you started shaking, and he frowned slightly. You're not even going to fight him to stay alive? If you stay with him, he'll fight for you. He'll fight every day and night for you if you'd like.
He placed a hand on your knee and he watched you jump at his touch. He wanted to talk, to tell you you're safe. He wanted to let you know no harm will come. He wants you to live, y/n. Don't you see that? Don't you see he wants you to be happy in his world of art?
Bo stood behind his brother and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Well? Get after it, Vin."
Vincent shook his head as he looked up at his brother.
Bo tilted his head then a wicked grin formed. "Oh... you wanna keep 'em?"
Vincent nods as he placed his other hand on your arm. He watched you cry softly as he has you open your eyes to look at him. When your eyes met, he felt his face fall. You looked so scared of him, scared of everything around you, but you relaxed slightly when you watched his red eyes turn from red back to blue.
"Gotta name?" Bo asked you, red eyes looking over your form.
"Y/n," you answered meekly. "I'm y/n." Your eyes scanned over Vincent and you gave a gentle smile, trying to be brave. If the wanted you dead, they would've killed you by now. Vincent would've attacked you from behind and ripped your throat out, but he didn't. He watched you the whole time. "It's nice to meet you, Vincent."
You were still scared, terrified, but something inside you grew.
"Welcome t'Ambrose, y/n," Bo said, his voice sweet as honey. As he gave you a smile, you saw his fangs and how sharp they were.
But Vincent will keep you safe. Vincent will keep you safe forever. Nothing and no one will harm you.
