Tf2 One-shots [Requests Closed]

Vampiric Lover {Vampire! Sniper x Reader}

For Tf2HoneyBunny  Enjoy!

The room was dark when you woke up. The sting in your neck was back again as you rose from your bed. "Damnit," You said to yourself, "This is the third time this week."  Lately you've been passing out in the evenings, even when you were seemingly full of energy, yet somehow you always woke up in your bed with a glass of water on your nightstand.

You rubbed your eyes and picked up the glass, downing all of the water in one go. Deciding to get some more, you walk to your kitchen. When you enter, you stop: was it that clean last night? You remember trash littering every surface in the kitchen, and dishes piling up in the sink. But now... The counters and table was free of clutter and dishes were put away cleanly in their place. The only thing left out of place, was a single glass and a half empty bottle of whisky.

"I must've drank a bit last night. Would explain the memory loss."  You put the whisky back in the cabinet and quickly cleaned the glass, leaving it to dry. A knock sounded on your apartment door and you looked at the clock. "Shit!"  You said, running to the door. You throw it open to see your friend and neighbor (bff/n)

"What the hell (y/n)?  I thought we were going jogging?"
"I know, I'm sorry! I... Think I had a bit to drink last night, and I just woke up."
"Oh. You still up for it, or do you wanna pass today?"
You thought about it for a moment before deciding to pass.
"I think I'll stay here. Still got a bit of a hang-over," you lied.
"Okay. Well I'll see you later." She then left, leaving you wondering what to do with your new-found free time.

You decide to get dressed and see what's up in town.

~Timeskip~

You breath in the fresh air of the forest. You spent the whole day in the park/forest area of the city, taking in the beautiful scenery. You passed a few friends along the way and talked with them, and just generally enjoyed the day.  It was getting late now, and the sky was growing dark, but that didn't stop you.  You still walked the concrete path leading out of the forest and into the park. You decided to take a break and check your e-mail on your phone.

"Pardon Madmoiselle," said an obviously French voice.

You looked up to see a man in a blue suit and necktie, as well as a dark blue fedora. What you could see of his hair was a mixture of black and gray, and his eyes were a weird brown, almost red.  Overall he was pretty handsome, but something about him seemed... Off.

"Yes?"
"I 'ope you do not mind me saying so, but you are very beautiful."
"Oh, thank you..." The compliment was nice, but something about him creeped you out. So you decided to leave.
"Um, I have to go now, but thank you for the compliment."  You quickly grabbed your phone and headed for home.

Walking through the streets of (city/hometown), you had no idea that someone was following you.

~Timeskip~

"Hey (y/n)!"

You turn away from the now open door to your apartment to see your friend (bff/n).

"Hey, what's up?"
"Not much, I was wondering if I could use some dish soap? I ran out."
"Yeah, sure." You walked in to your kitchen and grabbed the dish soap, ignoring the small breeze you felt as you left to give your friend the soap.

"Thanks."
"No problem, just give it back when you're done."
"Kay. Good night!"
"Night."

You closed the door to your apartment and looked around. Seeing nothing of interest as usual, you walk to your room. A breeze again passed you and you looked to the window, expecting to see it open. To your surprise, it wasn't: everything was sealed tight. You shrugged and walked to your closet, taking out some pajamas to change into. Since the cold night air seemed to be seeping in somehow, you opted for some (fav superhero) pajama pants and a (fav color), tight tank top. You pulled off your pants and put on the pajama ones, followed by pulling off your shirt. As it fell to the floor, the breeze was back, quite literally at yours. You felt as though someone was in your room- watching you. Someone, or something. You turned around to be met with a familiar looking suit and tie. You stumbled backwards and braced yourself against the wall, staring up at the Frenchman.