[the avengers ➼ imagines]

tony stark ≫ vampire

Everyone has a secret. For some its nothing too personal, but for others it's something so private that no one should ever find out. That was just like your secret. If anyone ever found out about your secret, you would never be safe again. Your secret was something you would carry to your grave, whenever that would be, if it ever did happen.

Your big secret? You were a vampire. Yes, those supernatural creatures that drink blood and never age.

Sometimes you viewed it as a burden, other times a gift. You grew to love the thought of never again but you also had become to hate it. You had seen so many friends come and go, it was heartbreaking.

You were born in 1803. So you were 213 years old. Life has changed a lot since you were young. You were turned in 1830. So for the past 186 years you had been 27.

Over the years, you had only encountered a few dozen vampires. You tried to avoid what you truly were at all costs. You lived your life as humanly as you could. You didn't even feed of humans, well, not technically. Every so often you steal a blood bag or two from nearby hospitals, you had to have some source of blood or otherwise you would desiccate and that wasn't something you planned on doing. You had learnt to control your cravings for blood, you kept them buried deep down inside you.

Throughout your whole 213 years of living, you had never, ever, encountered any one that wasn't normal, other than vampires. No one with special abilities. You hadn't even come across an original vampire, you a few vampires in some town had a giant encounter with them, the Salvatore brothers or something like that. This was until you met Tony Stark and the rest of The Avengers.

That was about two years ago. You and Tony both hit it of straight away when you both met. Soon you both became and item and were happily in love. You knew it couldn't last forever, in a few years you would have to say goodbye, leaving no traces of yourself. You would have to start a new life without Tony. Although it was a really bad option, you figured you would have to turn your humanity switch off to be able to do that. But that was something to be decided at a later date.

You were currently in a battle type event with the rest of the avengers, up against HYDRA. You were "trained" to fight by Natasha. It was quite funny really, you had to pretend like you couldn't fight when in reality you could take her down without breaking a sweat. You could probably even take Thor and Steve out without even breaking a nail.

You punched a guy around the head, shooting another guy with a pistol at the same time.

As you ran to meet back up with the team, your senses began tingling. It took everything in you to try and turn away, but it didn't work. The scent and taste of blood was to strong for you to overcome. You turned your head slightly. Coming across a man who's neck was slit, blood pouring out of it. He was barely alive.

"H-help." He choked out, reaching a hand out to you. He was one of your own, an agent who was helping you and your fellow Avengers. "Pl-please. Help me."

"I-I-I'm sorry." The man looked at you confused. You could feel the veins pulsing out around your eyes, your eyes turned a deep blood red shade. Your fangs came out. You were ready to pounce at the man, to drain every ounce of blood from his body. You had denied yourself of it for so long.

Just as you were about to jump at him, a voice came from behind you. "(Y/N)?"

You stopped. The veins from around your eyes disappeared, your eyes going back to their original colour, your teeth returning to normal. You turned around to see the team of Avengers looking at you worriedly.