Jack Barakat Imagines

Vampire!Jack

Vampire!Jack

AN One of the spoopy Halloween themed imagines I planned for you <3 This was fun to write, guys, though no second part is guaranteed very soon unless a lot of people request it, then I'm more inclined to do a second part sooner rather than later. But thanks for your patience on these, they're really fun to write, and I'll get back to requests right afterward (though there may be a christmas surprise for december :o)

Your POV

Walking through an abandoned amusement park, you would think that I would have brought my jacket, but no. I didn't have time. I was at a damn night club, dancing with my friends, enjoying Halloween like I should. This guy came out of nowhere and he started grinding me. I was like, alright, I could get used to this, but he started getting up close and personal, so I backed the hell off.

He pushed me to a point where I couldn't leave with my bag or even my sweater. So here I was in a stupid girl costume lingerie dressed up like a sexy vampire, and walking with no coat on, with only a thin black cape for protection against the crisp Autumn air.

Wind was blowing, and my hair was getting caught in my make up, and I kept spitting it out, but it would fly back there. I was wearing implant fangs, and well, I wanted them out. But where was I going to put them? It wasn't as if I was just going to yank them out and throw them on the floor. No, I spent way too much damn money on this shit. I am not fucking doing that.

The feeling of being followed was ever present, but I tried to ignore it. I tried so hard. I always feel like I'm being followed on nights like these. Why the fuck did I walk this way, I have no idea where I'm going, I have no purse, no money, I may as well be screaming attack me! or something.

I saw a dark figure up ahead and figured it was a good idea to ask for directions. "Hey!" I called out, waiting for a response. I got none. "Hey!" I shouted louder.

"He won't answer you," I heard a voice from behind and jumped. What the- "That's just a mannequin. Wonderful, isn't it? Life sized? Gorgeous."

"Who're you supposed to be?" I asked him, curious of his whereabouts. I didn't dare turn around.

"Whoever you perceive me as. Consider me your host." A figure popped in front of me. A long black cape flowed behind him. "Good evening, m'lady." He bowed. "And who might you be?"

"A pain in the ass if you don't knock it off." I crossed my arms over my chest, probably extruding them even more. His eyes fell for a bit, and lingered, before traveling back up to my eyes.

"Sassy, aren't we?" He nodded and stepped closer. "You know, I wouldn't be walking around these parts alone, miss. There seems to be some, sketchy, if you will, activity. Understand? Not a place for, er, well dressed figures like yourself."

"So you're saying I look like a whore and I'm gonna get raped if I walk out here alone, right?"

"Well, not exactly-"

"Nice try, dude. Not interested." I continued to walk, and left him with a puzzled look on his face. I almost saw him mouthing the word dude, trying to figure out what I just said.

"Forgive me, miss, I was only trying to help."

"I don't need your help." I waved him away and continued walking the way I was headed. Home, I hoped. The guy had a blonde streak in his hair. Tall, lanky, dark, mischievous eyes. I didn't trust him for one fucking second.

"Don't want to be a bother, but miss? You're going the wrong way."

I turned around to him and he gave me a smirk before pointing me in the right direction. I sighed and walked off, clearly annoyed. He wanted to be such a stickler, fine. But I can handle myself.