Supernatural Imagines

Tattoo Vampire

There's a part where it's Sam's perspective. It's not a lot but just enough to give some insight to what he thinks about (Y/n).

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My hands were shaking as I gripped the handle of the gun tighter. My heart pounding against my chest as I stand with my back against the wall, too scared to look over my shoulder through the crack of the slightly opened door. My veins pumped with adrenaline, feeling every pulse in my body, my wrists, my neck, my fingers. Everywhere. Hearing it loud in my ears accompanied by my breathing.

I don't know what happened. My boyfriend and I. We went to see RocknRolla. It's a Guy Ritchie movie. I love all his movies. And it was great. That's not the issue. I get it. I just turned around to look at him once we got back to his place and there was something with its fucking mouth latched onto his fucking neck. And he's now dead. I ran into his bedroom and got his gun out of his nightstand. Now we're here.

She had blood... his blood smeared all across the lower half of her face. All around her mouth and chin. When I turned to look at her she didn't pay much attention to me. So I got here as discreetly as I could.

"Come on sweetie! Can't hide forever," she mused as I heard the clicking of her platform boots across the hardwood floor. Her claws scraped across the walls, tearing at the sheetrock and wallpaper.

I peer through the crack between the wall and door to see her just rounding a corner. She had dark maroon hair down to her waist, all in loose curls. A black button down unbuttoned just enough so her chest shows, and dark blue jeans with rips at the knee. Multiple necklaces stacked together with rings glimmering on her fingers, and skull, rhinestone studded earrings from Betsey Johnson. I had the same pair. Her skin was ghostly. Fangs that were sharper than Japanese knives. And not the pretty kind of fangs you see in the movies.

I let out a shaky breath, holding the gun to my chest as I looked up. This hunk of metal wasn't gonna fucking help. I knew that.

This is it. This is how it all ends. By something that you don't think actually exists and no justice to show for it once I'm already in a body bag.

I pull myself off the wall, carefully trying to make my footsteps light. Toes first, then heals. Stealth. Or at least trying to. Slowly gaining to the end table, just at the halfway point. I take deep, slow breaths as my vision tunnels. As I get to the end table I can feel my soul leaving my body, everything inside me dropping, and my eyes fill with tears, cursing the wooden floorboards beneath me. They fucking creaked.

I let a scream ring out as the window just a few feet away, gave a grand entry to another one of her buddies, the glass shattering in my direction. The man gets up, scrawny yet far stronger than I could ever be. I knew that. He looked to be only nineteen.

He licks his lips as he looks me up and down, a dog-eat-dog kind of smile taking over his features and I'm left shaking in my boots. I can't call anyone. They'll think it's some sick joke and it's already too late. I gulp down the lump forming in the back of my throat as I step further back, slowly trying to get away as he stalks closer. Gasping as my back slams into the woman's chest. I quickly turn, now between the both of them, my hands extending to them like that's gonna keep them from closing in on me.

Then they both stop. I can hear the front door close lightly, my chest only rising into my throat as I could only think it was another one. The man nods to her to go check and see what it was, and I'm left with him.

I could feel my body tense up as he reached for my shoulder. "Oh sweetie," he tuts as his eyes narrow, pulling me closer, my breathing shaking and tears slowly falling as I look him in the eyes, already accepting my fate. "I hope you don't take this personally." He snickered under his breath as his head tilted to the side. "Your boy toy on the other hand..." his lips purse together then he shrugs. "He had that one coming. You just so happen to be here."