One Direction & 5SOS Preferences & Imagines

One Direction Preference #65-Vampire Series-Marking You

Louis-You shut your MacBook Pro, and looked up at Louis as he walked into the bedroom, biting your bottom lip.

"What's wrong?" asked Louis, concern etched on his face.

"I have a question for you." you said. Louis sat down on the bed across from you.

"Shoot." said Louis.

"What does it mean when a vampire marks someone?" you asked, fiddling with your fingers.

"Marking someone is, say I marked you, I would bite you, and put a little venom in you, but not enough to kill you. With that, every time another vampire comes near you, they'll smell me, and know you belong to me," explained Louis.

"Were you ever going to mark me?" you asked.

"I was going to talk to you about it eventually, but now you brought it up...why did you bring this up?" asked Louis.

"I was looking your family up, and it said that you're dad marked your mom right after they started dating, and I...I guess I just wanted to know; I got curious," you explained. Louis chuckled.

"You've always been curious about me." said Louis.

"Because you're so interesting," you said, smiling at Louis. Louis smirked.

"Do you want me to mark you, Y/N?" whispered Louis, touching your knee. Your breathing started getting heavier.

"Will it hurt?" you whispered. You hated pain, emotional, physical, or mental.

"Just a little, it'll sting. But it will be over quickly, I promise." said Louis. You nodded.

"Lay down," murmured Louis, and you did. Louis got on top of you, holding himself up with his hands.

"I love you," said Louis, pecking your lips.

"Just hurry up and do it, you're making me even more nervous." you said. Louis moved down to your neck, his fangs hovering right over your skin. He bit your neck lightly. You cried out in pain, gripping onto Louis's biceps. Louis's grip tightened on your waist as he heard your whimpers.

Louis pulled away from your neck, licking away the little bit of blood he drew. Louis got off of you, and pulled you so you were laying on top of him.

"So now if I come near any vampire, they'll smell your scent?" you asked, propping yourself up by putting your arms on Louis's chest. Louis nodded.

"Yep, and they'll know not to mess with you, because you're my girl," said Louis, flipping you over and pressing his lips to yours.

Liam-"Liam! Liam, are you home?" you yelled, running into Liam's apartment. Liam ran into the living room, where you were standing, tear streaks running down your face, face flushed, and breathing heavily, out of breath.

"Y/N, babe, what's wrong? What happen?" asked Liam, wrapping his arms around your hips.

"I-I was walking here, and they, they followed me, and when I started running, the main guy shoved me into a nearby tree, and now-" you wiggled out of Liam's grip, and turned around, and pulled your V-neck up, revealing your back. Liam gasped, looking at the two giant scratches on the lower part of your back, blood smeared all over.

"C'mon," murmured Liam, grabbing your wrist and dragging you to his bathroom down the hall. You stood in front of the mirror, hands holding onto the edge of the counter. Liam grabbed your shirt, pulling it over your head. You winced as it brushed against your scratches.

"Sorry," murmured Liam. He cleaned your scratches with a wet towel, and put some antiseptic and ointment on them. You made eye contact with Liam in the mirror, and his eyes were black, meaning he was angry.

"I-I wanna mark you." said Liam. Your (eye color) raised, and a small gasp left your lips.

"I'm not going to change you, I'm just going to put a very small amount of my venom in your bloodstream so those damn vampires stop messing with you," explained Liam, knowing what you were thinking. You nodded, feeling a bit better about the situation.

"Okay," you whispered. Liam put his hands on your bare waist, and you closed your eyes, waiting for the pain. You felt Liam's fangs dig into your neck.

"Ouch," you hissed, squeezing your eyes shut.

"All done," mumbled Liam, kissing the mark where his fangs just were.

Niall-"Niall, I can tolerate a little sting, I've been through a lot worse pain," you said, and Niall tensed when he thought of all the times you've been hurt in your 21 years of life.

"But what if we break up, Y/N? I don't want another vampire that likes you to not go after you because he smells me." said Niall. You rolled your eyes.

"We're not going to break up, Niall." you said.

"But-"

"But, you're just thinking of random excuses now. You told me it'll just be a little sting, and then it'll be over with. I will be fine, Niall. I'll feel more safe and protected knowing no vampire is going to mess with me." you said. Niall sighed.

"Fine, c'mere," said Niall, patting his lap. You crawled over, and straddled his lap, putting your hands on his shoulders. Niall groaned at the sudden contact, and you smirked.

"Ready?" asked Niall, placing his hands on your hips. You nodded.

"Yeah," you whispered. Niall placed his fangs into your neck, and you gasped. Niall squeezed your hips.

"I'm fine," you said quietly, patting his shoulders. Niall pulled away from your neck, and his blue eyes pierced into yours, making sure there was no pain or discomfort in your facial expression. You giggled.

"I'm fine, Niall." you said. Niall nodded.

"Good. Now, do you wanna watch the soccer game with me?" asked Niall, grabbing the remote.

Harry-"I have to do it!" shouted Harry, following you into the kitchen. You opened the fridge, taking out a bottle of water, and opening it, taking a swig. You turned and faced Harry.

"Why?" you asked. Harry gave you an 'are-you-serious?' look.

"I have explained it to you Y/N a million times. I've been trying to convince you since Tuesday, and now it's Friday." said Harry.

"I have left town so many times since we started dating six months ago for gymnastic meets, and now you have to bite me before I go on my class vacation for graduating college?" you said. Harry ran a hand down his face, getting more and more annoyed with you.

"I am not biting you, I am marking you. You're going to the Bahamas, Y/N. I've been there before; there are plenty of vampires there at Atlantis where I know you're going to. I just want those bastards to know that you belong to someone." said Harry.

"You can't mark me if I won't let you," you smirked.

"Looks like you raised all that money for nothing, because you're not going," smirked Harry. Your eyes widened for a second, but then you glared at him, nostrils flaring.

"You cannot tell me what to fucking do Harold Edward Styles! You are not the goddamn boss of me-" a sting to the side of the neck; the side where your scar is from your neck surgery four months ago is; cut you off. Harry pulled away from you, and you touched the side of your neck. You pulled your hand away, and there was a little bit of blood on your fingers. You gaped at Harry, in shock and surprise, and Harry just stared back at you, no emotion on his face, or in his green eyes. Your mood quickly turned back into anger, and you took a step closer to Harry, and slapped him across the face.

I know I never do this, but could you guys please check out my new story, 'Opposites'. It's an Ashton Irwin Punk Love Story, and I'm starting the second chapter right after I finish typing this. I would love your guys' feedback on it, also. :)

~Brooke