Jack Barakat Imagines

Vampire!Jack (Part 3)

Vampire Jack Part 3

AN so I don't really know how long this series is going to go on, because I'm basically thinking of the plot as I go, with no set plan, so I'll let you guys know when the last chapter is, once I've planned it all out, you feel? And I'm thinking that I'm just going to leave the Demon!Rian and Werewolf!Zack ones on halt until more people request for them, because there really isn't a demand for them, so I'm gonna focus on killer!alex and vampire!jack for now. Unless you express otherwise, that is. (*whispers* im inserting lowkey jalex sorry not sorry) Anyways, enjoy lovelies xx

Jack's POV

When Y/N passed out, I couldn't help myself. I saw her lying next to me, and she just looked so delectable, I needed that metallic taste in my mouth. So I did the stupid fucking thing. She looked so pretty, so.. Desireable. And I fucked it up.

In this world that I live in, if I'm ever to turn someone into something like me, I have to take care of them, show them the ropes. I fucking ran. I ran away, and now she's probably waking up right now realizing she can't go outside, not without some of the precautions at least. And so what do I do? I can't go back there, she probably hates me. I was just going to eat her, but I couldn't bring myself to do it, and turned her anyway. Alex is not going to be happy about this.

Alex turned me into what I am. He was the first person I ever really looked up to, taking me under his wing at the young age of 24. He taught me everything I know. At first we were just really good friends, and he never explained to me why he couldn't hang out with me during the day, or why we'd spend the entire day in bed, and not go out and do anything.

We met at a bar, of all places, and it was during that time that I was wondering about who I was. I found myself at a gay bar, just looking around, and I seemed to grab everyone's attention, but no one really grabbed mine. Except for that kid with the dark brown hair in the corner. He was wearing a Blink t-shirt with ripped skinny jeans. I decided to take on the cape after I turned, but Alex has always been different from the norm.

I made eye contact with him, and he smiled at me. It was a stupid lopsided grin that got me feeling some pretty weird things. The guy was punk as fuck, his hair was messed up, but on purpose, so it looked good. Over the course of the night, he seemed to make his way over to me.

"You look uncomfortable," he told me.

"I'm not," I assured him, with a wave of my hand.

"You've never been to a gay bar, have you?" When I looked over at him, he smiled again, this time with his teeth, and no girl had ever made me feel this way. Was I really gay?

We hit it off, and I knew of my feelings for him, but I didn't know of his. He was standoffish, ignoring me most of the time. At this point I had convinced myself I was full blown gay. It wasn't until we were cuddling in my apartment, (always mine, never his) that I told him of my feelings. He said that I was more than likely bi or pan, but that he had feelings for me too. I don't think that he ever loved me the way I did him, but I was getting somewhere.

Sooner or later we were hanging out all the time, and I saw no one else but him. It was only him in my eyes, so much so that I neglected everyone I knew. When I asked him why we had never taken our relationship to the next level, you know, sex and that kind of shit, he brushed me off, claiming that I wasn't ready. He was like that until one night, things had gotten pretty steamy between us two. We had fallen asleep next to each other, as we had done multiple nights, and when I woke up, Alex had left, and I was covered in blood. I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes had grown darker and my skin paler, and I looked dead. When I called Alex about it, he told me he'd come over that night, and since then had taken me under his wing.