Annie Leonhardt x Reader

Love At First Bite

Summary: The time comes and Annie cannot delay it any longer, she must make her first kill.

Written by: ih3artgerm

"Annie?" you whisper, placing a hand on her shoulder to take her out of the trance she finds herself in. Her eyes are fixated on the scratch caused by the monster the two of you were just fighting, however she was no longer able to see you, just the red splatter on your shirt, "Are you alright?"

"You need to go," she says, her pupils getting twice as big and her fangs coming out of their hiding spot, "I can't be around you right now."

"Don't fight it," you tell her, hand coming in contact with the cold skin of her face. She can hear it all, the soothing tone of your voice, the blood rushing through your veins, the nervous beating of your heart. It's too much for her to bear.

Annie wants to push you away, to tell you to run before she has time to do something she might regret but the lust has taken over her. She can no longer control her movements as she begins to walk closer to you, cracking her neck and shifting her shoulders to get more comfortable.

"y/n, this is your last chance," her voice is now deeper than you have ever heard it to be before. Annie can't see your face anymore, all she sees is the outline of your veins, so full of life, full of blood. Your blood.

Oh, how she craves it. From the very first time she has had the pleasure of getting a whiff out of it when you pricked your finger on a rose, she has been obsessed with the idea of drinking from you, making you her very first kill.

What she didn't expect was that she would fall in love with you. The teenager part of her loved your laughter, your beauty, the way your hair gets so incredibly tangled if you don't brush it. While the vampire part of her loved being around your beating heart, feeling as blood courses through your organs, how warm your cheeks get when she's around you.

She desperately needs it but she knows that, the very moment her fangs dig into you, she won't be able to stop. The thing about Annie is that she very much underestimated just how crazy you really are.

Slowly, you grab the edges of your shirt and pull it above your head, revealing your red lace bra that you chose especially for her. It's a deep shade, matching the color of your blood.

"I want you to drink from me," you say, walking closer to her. You bring your hand close to the wound, squeezing it so it will look more savory for her. The blonde girl hisses, taking a step back.

The two of you continue this dance until her body collides against a tree and she has nowhere else to go. She closes her eyes shut, fingernails digging into her hand as she tries to control herself but the watering of her mouth gives away just how much she wants it.

"Annie, please," you beg, "I'll be your prey. Feed from me and I alone shall give you everything you need. You won't have to kill anyone, I promise."

The frown on her face disappears as Annie takes a deep breath in, her eyes open slowly and you can tell their color matches her desire. She nods, silently agreeing to your proposal. Her fingers brush against the skin of your neck, pulling away any hairs that might be touching the area.

Her tongue is warm, something you wouldn't expect from a vampire. Annie makes a point to maintain eye contact with you while her lips go through the bloody wound, taking in every drop you offer her.

She could stay there forever but it is not until the moment her fangs dig into your neck that she truly reaches heaven. She finds a perfect home in your jugular and you find that it doesn't hurt at all. In fact, her fangs have an anesthetic venom to them that make the whole experience somehow pleasurable.

Before you realize, you are moaning her name, feeling as the blood leaves your body and your grip on her arms tightens, searching for balance. Without ever removing her teeth from their place in your neck, Annie uses her small, though powerful, body to switch places with you and now you find yourself pressed against the tree.

Your vision begins to blur, memories mixing together as you can no longer tell reality from fantasy, but this is what you want: for her to consume you until she is satisfied, until her hunger no longer controls her.

As you are about to pass out, Annie finally releases her grip on your neck and catches you in her arms. Carefully, she lays your body on the grass, she then proceeds to rip her own shirt to form a bandage with it for the cuts on your chest.

Her mouth is tainted red, drops of a mixture between your blood and her saliva drip from her chin. It is the hottest thing you have ever seen in your entire life.

"I will feed from you," she whispers and you feel as your eyelids become heavier than before, slowly shutting themselves, the last thing you hear before falling out of conciseness is her voice and the feeling of her fingers brushing through your hair, "In exchange, I will protect you from any harm that might come your way."