Mikey madison imagines

Vampire

amber freeman x vampire reader 

(gn reader if i didnt fuck up anything lol)

Enjoy!!

The moon hung low in the sky, casting its silvery glow over the streets of Woodsboro. You had been here before, watching, waiting for the right moment. Tonight felt different, though. Something in the air called to you—something dark, something thrilling.

As a vampire, you'd perfected the art of patience over centuries, and yet, tonight, the wait felt excruciating. You were drawn to her: Amber Freeman. There was something about her—her intensity, the fire in her eyes—that stirred a hunger in you that was more than just your usual thirst for blood. You wanted her. Not just as a meal, but for something much more dangerous.

You moved like a shadow through the streets, silent and unseen, until you reached the familiar house. The party inside was still going strong, but you weren't interested in the crowd. No, your focus was entirely on her.

Inside, Amber was leaning against the kitchen counter, a drink in hand, her eyes scanning the room like a predator herself. You smirked at the thought. Little did she know she was the prey tonight. You could feel her tension, the way she always seemed just on the edge of something, a darkness lurking beneath her surface. You planned to pull it out of her.

You stepped inside, blending effortlessly with the partygoers. No one noticed as you moved closer to her, your eyes locked on your target. The room seemed to fade as you approached her, your senses honing in on the soft thrum of her pulse, the heat radiating from her body.

Amber's eyes finally met yours, and for a split second, you saw confusion before it melted into something else—interest, curiosity, and maybe a hint of danger. You didn't look away. Instead, you smiled, letting the full weight of your centuries-old charm settle on her.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "You're new," she said, her voice carrying a sultry edge as she sized you up.

"I've been around," you replied with a smirk, your voice smooth and alluring. You could see the way her eyes flickered over you, drawn in without her even realizing it.

Amber took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving yours. "I would've noticed you," she said, her voice low, as if this were a challenge.

"Oh, I'm sure you would've," you purred, stepping closer, so close you could feel the heat from her body. "But I like to stay in the shadows. Until I find someone worth stepping into the light for."

Her lips curled into a smile, sharp and dangerous, and you knew you had her hooked. She leaned forward, her voice dropping even lower. "And you think that's me?"

You chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "I know it is."

Amber's eyes darkened with something primal, something that called to you. She wasn't like the others—she had her own darkness, and you could see it, taste it in the air around her. That was what had drawn you to her in the first place. You leaned in just enough for her to feel your breath against her skin.