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(75) "Please, don't hate me." - Tom Holland x Reader

Tom Holland x Reader (Vampire!Tom) 

Summary: Your relationship with Tom is almost getting to an end and you couldn't ever imagine the reason why.

Warnings: angst, vampire!tom, mentions of blood, supernatural elements

Credit: cevansadmirer on tumblr :)))

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During all the evening, (Y/n) could see that Tom was keeping distance from her, he didn't touch her, he didn't talk to her, he didn't look at her. He laughed with his friends but didn't give her the attention she deserved.

When it was almost midnight, she stood up and left the boys on the living room watching a horror movie. She was tired, tired of being ignored. Thomas was acting like she was invisible or weren't even there.

She took a fast bath and put comfortable clothes, going straight to the bed and wrapping herself with the fluffy blankets.

(Y/n) tried to wait for Thomas but she ended up sleeping faster that she wanted. She fell asleep crying, feeling the pressure in her chest, missing Tom's embrace and missing their relationship before he turned into a duch.

She doesn't even know that it would be her last quiet night. It was almost four in the morning when the boys left and Thomas went upstairs, sitting in the armchair near the bed, watching every little movement coming from (Y/n).

He could see her chest rise and fall according to her light breathing and only God knew how much he wanted to be in that bed next to her, touching her body, kissing every inch of her skin. He knew he did not just want to be inside the girl, but also, he wanted to feel the taste of her blood filling his mouth.

And how he wanted to.

All Thomas has been thinking about for months is in the taste of his girlfriend's blood. Is it as sweet as she looks?

It all happened just over a year ago in a press tour that the boy did in Europe to Captain America: Civil War. A fan came offering him a drink and all he remember afterwards is waking up feeling his throat burning like fire and his body feeling an absurd thirst but the water was not enough to quench his thirst.

He could hear the heartbeats of every person passing through him and he knew that the unique substance capable of satisfying him would be the scarlet liquid that runs through the veins of any human or animal living, but he knew that if he did , would be a path without a turn, but if he didn't, he would die and he could not leave (Y/n) alone.

It was when he discovered that most of the things he grew up hearing about vampires are lies and that the other part of them is true as well. There is no need to die to become one and that he was quite sure now.

The same girl who transformed him appeared hours later in his hotel room, offering him a succulent bag of blood so he could finally complete the transformation and even after wanting to kill her for turning him into a monster, he was forced to accept, there wasn't other way.

Since then things between him and his girlfriend have changed. He knew that everything would change, there was no other choice. He could not hide the fact that he thought of leaving her, which would theoretically protect her, but in reality, it would only make things worse. Thomas could never distance himself from (Y/n). He could feel the emotions of the girl mingling. She was angry and sad, very sad. All he wanted was to tell the truth, to show the monster he had become, to show what happens to his face the instant he has a touch of blood. But in the situation he is now in, Thomas has full knowledge of what will happen. He is already losing control, he knows he will not be able to hold himself any longer. He knows it very well.

He could already feel the changes in his face and his vision darkening rapidly. Forcefully, he buried his nails in the arms of the armchair and ripped the fluffy fabric with frightening ease.

In seconds he foundd himself kneeling on the bed beside (Y/n), running his nose between the space between her breasts and sucking it deep, feeling her move beneath his body. He could hear the blood running through her veins clearly and he couldn't wait to taste it.

The sensible part of his conscience warned him that if he did, she would be afraid of him and everything they'd built in four beautiful and long four years of relationship would be thrown down.

But there was no way.

When he realized, each of his legs was on one side of his girlfriend's beautiful body, ready to prevent it if she tried to run away.

And then he bent down, reaching for the neck he knew better than anyone else and began to kiss the exposed piece of skin, feeling the tips of his teeth scratching the inside of his lips.

"Tom?" (Y/n)'s sleepy voice filled the room. He knew that would be enough to make him stop, but at that moment, it only helped him to move on. "What are you doing? What's going on?"

"Be quiet, don't make it even harder for me." he murmured, kissing her jaw and returning to the curve between her neck and shoulder.

"Thomas, you're scaring me." (Y/n) tried to push him away but he did not even move. Thomas remained motionless, only paying attention to the sound of blood pulsing inside. "Tom, please, what's going on?" She repeated the question, feeling the fear consuming her.

" I'm sorry, but I have to do it. You don't have idea about how it's hard to be every single day with you and don't taste your blood. I need it as much you need the air to live." he murmured, and the girl felt the air come out her lungs as the tips of her teeth hit her skin. "Please, don't hate me." Her first instinct was to start punching him with the intention of stopping him. Her eyes wide with dread, she began to scream and mentally ask God that it was a nightmare that she would wake up soon, but she knew it was real.

In a single movement, Thomas stucked her arms down, preventing her from moving, and finally buried his teeth in her skin. He could not help a grunt of satisfaction as he felt the blood in his mouth. It wasn't too sweet or bitter, it was perfect.