Sidemen Imagines

Vampire (Part 1, Simon #21)

A secret I've been keeping from (Y/N) ever since I've known her. Countless times I've tried to tell her but when I go to my lips melt into an unmoveable object. No words formulate and I just end up getting hypnotised by her. Just like now.

We're sat snuggled up on the sofa downstairs watching the TV. Her head's pressed upon my chest, close enough for me to smell the fresh green apple of her shampoo in her hair that fills my nostrils with delight. Her flowery perfume also combines with the fruity apple; her smell, her fragrance. Everything I've gotten used to and learned to love over a short period of time, and continued to love. I can't just destroy that with a hidden secret.

She manoeuvres her left arm until it's wrapped around my torso and her head dents my chest further. I tighten my grip around her waist, pulling her closer to me before I left go of her frame and bring my arm up. My fingers start to play with her brunette hair - twirling the locks, spinning the strands then plonking them back down altogether. I find myself smiling as I intertwine the brown until I uncover her neck - a little too much.

Perfectly situated on her neck is the main vein of her delicate body, clearly visible. Oh how I long to tell her this silly secret that's starting to impact everything I do and say. Then at the same time it would just be so much easier to just transform her, right here and now, but I couldn't do that. The guilt that would suspend over me would break me. Probably break our relationship on the process too. God, why is it so hard?

"Si," she mumbles, her bright eyes now searching my face and when I glare into her orbs she continues. "The show's finished now. How about we do something, different?" As she's talking directly in front of me I have no means of escape, especially when she forces herself up onto her knees and flops her arms about my shoulders. Automatically my hands helplessly find themselves supporting her, gripping securely around her waist. My back also straightens out as she beams into me, her cheerful smile pristinely glistening before me.

My lips separate a fraction to ask her what that may be, but she demandingly tells me as her lips cuddle mine, along with her hands now around my jaw and my mouth is instead stolen of its speech. Not that I necessarily mind as I love kissing her, as I do, but she's just making me want her all the more, reminding me of loyalty and honesty.

Regardless to all of this, I kiss (Y/N) back with equal passion and heat, deepening our mouths, knotting our bodies tighter together. A hand combs through her hair, as she ruffles mine in the process, and I feel her lips starting to get a little aggressive. They start trying to drag mine up and occasionally biting down, tugging my lip in the motion. An urge to counteract hers, is to bite her lip. So I do. However I get a strong sense of blood following the incident. Before I can figure out if my super senses are working, (Y/N) pulls away from my lips, dabbing a finger to her lip, which to me is clearly red with fresh blood oozing from the split. "Sorry," I whisper my eyes sympathetic towards her.

"It's fine, it's only a small cut," she replies but I pick up some annoyance in her tone, maybe even a little sarcasm. She dabs at her lip a bit more, "maybe we should stop," she concludes, her legs already sliding off from between mine and her body agrees, sinking back into the sofa beside me.

I don't say anything but my hazy eyes attract to her face, then her lips and with the pad of my thumb I very carefully lyre the blood away from her lip. She winces once ever so slightly but allows me to continue; the blue glint in her eyes watering over a segment. I keep eye contact with her the whole time as I take the blood away.

When all the red's been drawn, I lower my hand down to my side, but out of the corner of my eye I can see the crimson glistening on my thumb. My eyes are transfixed by it, the coppery fluid speaking to me. As tempting as it is, I force my eyes away and back up to (Y/N), but her eyes now spark confusion and awkwardness past the shallow haziness. My thumb getting heavier, and heavier, asking for attention as her emotions speak to me.

Then out of lack of control, my thumb leaps up to my mouth and the ambrosia touches my lips. I savour drop after drop in the quick seconds the liquid's absorbed. Having reopened my closed eyes, I'm met with a stare. I sense her awkwardly shuffling a tiny bit away. "Wh – wh - why?" Her voice is frail and hurt. Her eyes look like they're close to tears. My hand automatically reaches out to hold hers, but she pulls hers back hesitantly.

"Because...(Y/N). Just let me explain, please," I eagerly bid, but to my surprise she doesn't run. She's frozen by my side. Both my hands now slide onto hers and this time she shakes her fingers, but allows me to hold them. I run my thumbs along the tops of her hands before kissing the backs of them; focusing my eyes on hers throughout the act.

"Tell me...please," her faint voice whispers being picked up in the wind spiralling around us like a tornado. She looks intently into my soul with her blue oceans.

"I've wanted to tell you forever (Y/N), honestly. I just never could," I pause unable to formulate anymore words. "I love you too much to hurt you. I didn't want to ruin anything." I shuffle an inch or two towards her, rearranging my hunched over back in the process. "I know how loyalty and honestly are two of the most important aspects of a positively functioning relationship but I hope you understand why I couldn't tell you my secret; I'm – I'm a vampire (Y/N) and I just didn't want to have to put you through anything unnecessary and hurtful because of it, because of me. But now you know."

I search her features for anything, but she's just as statue like as before – understandable and I didn't really expect anything differently. If anything I'm surprised and more thankful she didn't run away. "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have hidden it," I add on feeling the need to speak more to hide the silence.

Her head drops down and her voice becomes muffled but I can still make out her tone with my bat hearing, "O- okay... I need time to think properly." Then without saying anything else, and without making any eye contact, (Y/N) lets her legs fall off the sofa, allowing her legs to carry her body out of the room. Out of my sight and out of any guessing I might have been able to tell from her.

Part 2 next week and mystical. I love my mythology and have been binge watching a vampire show the past week so why not a vampire imagine?