After Dark ( Kylo Ren x reader Vampire AU)

Chapter 2 : I'll show you the power of the darkness

After having talked with the police about the attack, Mr Ren took you to his car, an imposing black Jeep with smocked windows. The drive back home was very silent. He didn't speak and neither did you. The soft humming of the engine and the confortable leather seat made you drowsy. Your body was drifting into sleep but you mind was still very much awake. You couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. Flashbacks were playing on a loop in your confused brain. Somber realizations haunted you. Things were different now because you had seen with your very own eyes the creature or ... the creatures. This man had almost bit you, you could still feel his teeth graze the sensitive skin of your neck. The « rescuer » seemed to be the same : red eyes, deep disturbing voice, and an inhuman strength. How many of them were there ? Why had the other one saved you ? So many questions and so little answers.

You phone buzzed on your lap. It was Rey. You had told her about it earlier in a short text and she was loosing it.

« It's my fault... I shouldn't have left you on your own there. I'm so stupid. If anything had happened, I would have never have forgiven myself. I'm so sorry, love.»

« No it's not, you couldn't have known ! Plus, I'm totally fine. More scared than hurt. Don't worry about it. Love u. », you lied, typing quickly on your phone. Truth is, you didn't know if you would be fine.

« It's here, right ? » said Mr Ren, his low voice almost making you jump. The car stopped and you recognized the front door of Maze's small house. The lights were still on in the living-room, she was probably anxiously waiting for you. You had called her before going into the car. You explained what had happened and why you were so late. She said she was relived to know you were okay but her voice was wavering and you heard her sniff a few times.

You turned to look at your professor but he was already looking at you. He seemed so attractive in this moment that you wandered if it was the same man that had been by your side during this awful evening. If you had found him handsome while you were confused and shocked, he was painfully beautiful to your collected self. The darkness suited him more than the artificial lights in the library. He seemed to belong into this gloom, where a part of him was kept secret and hidden to the eye. His thick and dark hair merged with the night, the outline of his curls barely visible to you. The shadows highlighted the sharp edges of his face and nose in a breathtaking chiaroscuro. His eyes glowed like glass beads reflecting the dim streets lights, casting shadows and sparks of amber on his cheeks. If you had been an artist at heart, you would have painted him right then and there, for he truly was a piece of art. Your gaze drifted to his full pouty lips but you quickly averted it, feeling yourself growing hot and bothered. How would they feel on yours ? Would he kiss you softly or would he roughly devour your mouth ?

If you were well enough to fantasize about your teacher, you would probably get over this trauma in no time.

He chuckled and opened his door to walk around the car at a fast pace. He unlocked yours and stretched his hand out for you. You grabbed it and smirked at the size difference.  When you tried to get up, your legs gave out for the second time of the night and you ended up in his arms once again. Your cheek was pressed against his chest and you smelt what you hadn't earlier. He smelt strongly of leather and spices. It was all manly and warm, and blushed against his soft sweater.

« Sorry, this seems to have become a bad habit of mine.»,  you giggled.

« It's not a bad one. I could get used to it. » he whispered in your hair, his words vibrating in his rib cage beneath your ear.

Was your teacher flirting with you ? You dared to look at him once again.

God you wanted to kiss him. Maybe it was because of the leftovers of adrenaline coursing through your veins but you felt a strong urge to touch his face. It was bad, but you wanted it so bad that it seemed right. He lowered himself ever so slightly, lips inches away from yours. A slew of butterflies grazed your ribcage with their wings and your heart fluttered in response.