Patrick stump imagines •COMPLETED•

The vampire and the princess

So my last chapter didn't get as many votes, only one. I usually get 4 to 7, is it bad? Also, requests are open.

Warning, mentions of abuse and suicide

Sprinting down the hill in muggy weather, I ran to the grand oak cemetery. I clutched my tattered red ball gown I'm supposed to wear to the dinner. I'm not going, I'm going some where else. Grand oak cemetery, the oldest cemetery in Visocula. I'm the princess of course, My parents are gone so I'm being forced into marriage.

I heard that a ruthless vampire lingers there. He's like a hit man, kills who you ask or he can kill you. I clueless about the name of the vampire, but I already know what I want him to do. To kill me for once and for all. My parents are gone, they went missing of some sort.

I know they ran off to another country, away from ruling a whole kingdom. They told me not to say, or else, I'll be locked up. So they assigned me some prince who doesn't care. No one cares, not even the kingdom. Since no one cares then I'll do what people want, for me to go away.

So, I slowed down, hearing my kitten heels being ruined by the runny mud and dirt. I panted and slowly walked in the cemetery. Tall gravestones stood up with moss growing around each curve and edge. Some snaked into the ornate curves, creating a shape of an angel.

The flowers were old and dead, some graves haven't been touched in years. I'll be forgotten, just like these folk. Generations forget more and more about the people behind them. So I stood there in front of a grave that said "Patrick .V Stump". The last name made me chuckle

"Why so giggly?"

I heard a deep and mysterious voice said. I flinched at the sudden sound and whipped around, my hair whipping my back from the wetness. This must be his grave. The vampires grave.

"A-are you..?"

"Yes, I am my dear, why are you here at such late hours? Aren't you the princess?" He asks with a smirk. He was full of mischief, his blonde hair covered in tiny drops of rain and dirt. His face was pale, his crimson eyes gleamed like the moon at dusk.

He has long, sharp fangs sticking out, making the sinister smirk even more horrifying. He was sick. "How old are you..?" I asked trying to sound more confident. He laughed at the question. "12,467 years old dear. I may look 20 but I'm the oldest living vampire. I stay here, doing my rounds." He said with a sigh.

I looked down and took in a breath. "Please kill me." I said stepping forward. "Woah, that was blunt! Now dearest, tell me why?" He asked. He hand came to my chin, his thumb drawing a circle.

"No one cares. My parents don't care, my 'husband', my servants, and the people." I said looking down. He looked kinda sad actually. He engulfed me into a gentle hug. Soon enough, two sharp pricks were placed into my neck.

I hissed.

- Third person -

Patrick held princess Y/N's hips in place as he but her. Instead of killing, he sprayed vampire cells into her blood stream. He didn't wanna turn her, she was special. She fell weak in his arms. Her vision grew shaky and dark. "Thank you.." she said with a smile. Y/N blacked out.

Patrick sighed and took Y/N to his hide out, his fathers castle. This castle was abandoned once the war ended as they moved land. Thats how his father died and he turned into a vampire. He sighed, remembering the smiles and being a prince.

He huffs and goes inside carrying Y/N he lays her on a grand bed till she wakens. Patrick know she'll be thirsty, so he gets a cup of blood.

- she wakes up many days later -

"H-huh..? A-Am I in heaven...?" She questioned. Patrick came in. "Honey, you're vampire." He said calmly. "What?!?" Y/N said. "Be mine." He said in a flash. "G-get out.." Y/N spoke.

"Huh?" Patrick questioned.

"I SAID TO LEAVE!! YOU GAVE ME THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I WANTED!! YOU MADE ME IMMORTAL YOU FOOL! LEAVE ME ALONE!!" Y/N yelled.

Patrick teared up. His heart was broken. He ran out, crying. He lays one his bed and sobs. Y/N balls, she got what she didn't want. Shes ruined.