Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Death or Love?

Did you know you can't heat up blood once it's been taken from the vein? As soon as you microwave it, it's unusable. You can't make a transfusion, you can't use it for experiments, you can't store away the samples.

And more importantly, you can't drink it, because to us vampires it tastes like a rotten meal tastes to you, humans.

My constant dilemma is I really, really don't like cold blood. You ever eaten a prepared frozen steak? It sucks. The ice cold meat doesn't even have a proper taste, and the aftertaste fills your mouth with disgusting flavor of fat.

However, I can't drink straight from the vein, either. My maker considers it an 'unethical behavior'. Humans aren't generally fond of being bitten and sucked dry, so consent is out of the window. And compelling them to give up is basically rape, and I'm against that.

Plus, there is this whole thing about exposure. One wrong move, and humans find out that our race is not a fairytale, and we actually exist, only without all the annoying marketing. And if humans find out, the vamp that is to blame for that won't live to see another night. So let me introduce you to the first and foremost rule of being a vampire.

An Eternal Child is not to drink from a human under any circumstances, excluding the intent of becoming a Maker or bonding with a chosen Mate by Marking them.

I lived through several centuries obeying this law. My maker was among those who made the rule a reality. Never in my un-life have I thought about crossing the line.

Until Lauren Jauregui. And trust me when I say this, there won't be any marking or mating or making. I just want to kill her, and kill her dead.

My name is Y/N Y/L/N . I'm centuries old. I lived through wars, I've seen the downfall of human kind and the uprising of it; I've inspired poets and artists, I've seduced Kings and Queens alike, I've been ruthless and kind, I've wreaked havoc and I've brought justice, and just as I've been here at the dawn of the civilization, I will stand at its fall.

And there is nothing I hate more in the whole pathetic world than disrespect. Lauren Jauregui has shown me plenty.

It's such a waste of potential, I think to myself as I speed over to her house silently. She would make an exceptional vampire; her beauty was already of Eternal kind, and the air around her vibrated with concealed power. Together, we could rule, but she chose the other road.
I honestly tried to become closer to her, my infatuation with the girl clouding my head. I endured her constant mistreatment with gritted teeth, half out of love and half out of law. But there is only so much mockery and hurt I can take, and she reached my resistance point and blew right past it.

I'm sorry, Lauren. We could've been the best of pairs, but I've had enough.

The doorbell rings through her enormous house, echoing off the walls.

"Y/N." She's calm and collected and beautiful, and if I didn't know better, I could've sworn the useless organ in my chest squeezed painfully, horrified at what I was about to do. "I expected you."

"What? Why?" How could've she known?
Lauren gives me a strange look.

"A project? For Fine Arts?"
Right. We're partners. I wonder if I will be relieved of submission if my partner turns up dead. Probably not.

"You okay?" She's sensing it: the hunger coursing through my veins. The infinite thirst that can't be ever fully satisfied. Maybe she'll help me with that tonight.

To hell with games and the hunt. Her neck is pale, slender, perfect, the pulse beating erratically as her heartbeat elevates with worry. Soon, worry will morph into fear.