Patrick Stump Imagines

52 - Run

You ran into the woods, your heart beating violently, trying not to look back to the creature that's chasing you.

...and wanted to suck off your blood.

At first, you were hunting and killing vampires with them, but ever since that vampire-blood came in the picture, you knew this is coming. And just as you expected, he lost control and bit your comrades.

As you were having your reverie, it caused you to trip over giant roots as you felt your left foot sprained. Despite of the pain that you were feeling, you walked away.

From the distance behind you, you know that he is just around. The leaves rustle as footsteps come louder and louder.

"Oh c'mon Y/N, look at me." The person who used to be your best friend said. "I look better and I became stronger." He added.

You groaned, conditioning your foot so you would be able to run. In the end, you just used a tree to hide, you shut your eyes close and ignored the urge to climb the tree. 

"I'm your best friend, Y/N. Why wouldn't you listen to me?"

"You're no longer the Patrick that I knew and cherished moments with." You whispered.

"Hmm...what's that?" You heard a few leaves tweaking...again...and no more. You were focused on the pain that condensed your foot.

"Maybe you could say it again," The voice said, much closer to you.

The moment you opened your eyes, you found out that he's just right in front you, staring as if you were a deer and he's a lion. As a reflex from shock, you took a step backwards, but then you bumped onto someone.

"Where were you going, Y/N? I thought you wanted to be with me?"

It's him again. There are two Patricks.

The other one grasped for your arms tightly and pulled you closer, your back on his chest. The one right in front you tipped your chin as you try to wriggle away. His fingertips slid from your chin down to the base of your neck, as he trailed circles on it.

"You're no longer the Patrick I knew!" You spat.

"How'd you say so?" He teases.

"You turned into one of those monsters!"

"Don't you like it, Y/N?" He haltered your head to the side, his lips making contact with your skin, planting wet kisses and later on, his fangs do the rest as you started to turn limp on his grasp.

His fangs sunk slowly on your skin and you groan in the process as he does. It felt like giant needles are pierced through your skin as he drank your blood.

He sucked until his thirst was filled, making you pass out. As he gathered his clone, you fell on his chest. He smiled as he brushed your hair.

"I'm so sorry I did this. I just want to protect you from William and the others." He whispered tracing the fresh holes on the corner of your neck. As he lifted you on his arms as he approaches the camouflaged house that he built for the two of you to hide.