5sos Preferences And Imagines

#8.4 You Find Out He's A Vampire: Michael

"C'mon, (Y/n)!" Michael called from the bed. You buttoned the last button on your Pajama shirt as you walked in the room. "Wow, you look good in those pajamas," he smirked.

"Yeah, yeah," you giggled as you laid in the bed. You lay down with your back facing Michael, so he can spoon up behind you. You yawned as Michael kissed the crook of your neck.

"Boring tonight, are you? Tough day?" He asked.

"Yeah. I don't really wanna talk about it," you replied tensely.

"Okay, won't ask, then," he sighed. "If there's anything I can do to help, let me know."

"Michael, you can't help me after someone's sexually assaulted me!" It slipped out before you could stop it, and you could tell Michael was going to freak.

"What?! Who?" He spat. You didn't respond. "That wasn't a question. Who?"

"I-I don't know! I was walking down the street on my way home from school, and someone grabbed me!" You said honestly.

"What did they do?" He growled angrily.

"T-they grabbed my waist first...then they whispered things in my ear like 'Michael's not gonna know,' and then t-they..."

"What? What. Did. They. Do. To my GIRLFRIEND?!" He growled fiercely.

"T-they thrusted," you started crying as you relived the moment.

"I am going to find them and kick their fucking ASS!" Michael spat angrily. "Just please stop crying! You're okay, (Y/n)!"

"Thank you," you smiled at him a little.

"Anything for my mate," he replied.

"You're such an Aussie!" You giggled.

"Oh, shush," he laughed.

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You woke up to Michael tossing and turning, sweating, and breathing heavily.

"Michael? Michael! Whats wrong?" You asked.

"N-nothing!" He whined.

"I know there's something wrong! Please tell me, so I can help you!" You replied as calmly as you could.

"Run!" Michael yelled.

"What?" You asked, turning to look at him, and you gasped.

"Run!" He yelled again.

You tried to jump out of the bed, but his arms snaked around your body and held you firmly in place. You we're pulled against his chest tightly, and you couldn't escape.

"W-What are you?" You asked.

"Your worst nightmare," he hissed into your ear. He flipped you around to face him, and your eyes trailed up to look at the pearly white fangs jutting out of his mouth. He licked them slowly with a smirk, and his hands slid to your back.

You slowly and unsurely looked up at his eyes. Endless pits of black, shiny darkness. They seemed to radiate with bloodthirstiness. He flicked his eyes from yours to your neck. His smirk grew broader as he parted his lips, and his face inched closer and closer to your neck. You drew in a sharp breath as you waited for his fangs to sink into your neck. He inhaled deeply as his fangs grazed your neck.

"What the fuck am I doing?!" He suddenly growled. He pulled away from your neck quickly, and he loosened his grip on your body. You looked up to face him fearfully. His mouth was open in shock, his fangs on full display, and his eyes were back to their gentle color.

He jumped out of the bed and ran out of the room. You jumped up after him, but you weren't fast enough. You heard the front door slam as he ran out into the night.

You sat down on the staircase and curled up, your back against the wall. You started crying like never before. Michael left. Gone. Sure, he came close to killing you, but, screw it, you loved him. You didn't care if he was a vampire; you wanted him back with you. "Michael," you whimpered into your knees. "Come back."

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Michael ran out of the front door as quickly as he could. He had to get away from you as he could before he hurt you again.

"Blood bags," he muttered to himself. "I need blood bags."

Sirens cut through the night (like screams set on fire, rising up higher!) as Michael super sped to the hospital, turning invisible on the way. He hated stealing blood bags. It made him feel like a thief and a murderer at the same time. However, he didn't want to directly kill someone. He hated the look in their eyes: fear, pain, and defeat. Blood bags, in Michael's opinion, were better.

He snuck into the hospital without drawing attention to the door he had opened. He knew his way around the hospital well, and he got straight to the point. He slid into the room with thousands of blood bags, and he was tempted to take all of them on the spot. He knew it was an awful idea, so, instead, he grabbed an armful, warping back into the house unseen.

He was now in the kitchen, but you two hadn't noticed each other.

He began to drink the blood bags one by one; the thick red liquid ran down his throat, soothing the roaring demon in his head.

As he finished the last one, he decided to sneak into the bathroom for a quick clean up before he left; he couldn't go out on the streets like this, could he?

As he threw the empty blood bags in the trash bin and turned for the stairs, he heard a small weeping noise, like a small child. Had he gone to the wrong house by mistake? If he did, he was done for.

As he crept to the top of the stairs, he felt his heart shatter into a thousand little fragments. He covered his mouth with his hand, and he crouched down to look at the broken girl on the staircase.

You.

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You didn't even hear him coming up the stairs. You were too focused on him. Why did he leave you? Did you do something wrong?

"(Y/n)?" You heard a muffled voice.

You knew that voice. The low, soothing, angelic voice.

"M-Michael?" You sniffed. "You came back!" You jumped up, hugging him tightly around his torso. He threw his hands in the air as you pulled him closer.

"Y-You wanted me back?" He asked more to himself than you. He put his hands on your back gently, and you two made eye contact.

"Of course, Michael! Oh my gosh, I thought you left forever!" He hugged you tightly before you two pulled apart. He took your hands, wrapping your small ones in his big ones like mini burritos. His fanged mouth slowly formed a huge smile. It sent a tingly, warm feeling through your body, and it made you shiver. You giggled, and Michael kissed you softly.

"Let's get back to bed," Michael growled playfully. "I've got some cool stuff to show you."
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