Imagines : ADAM

Imagine Adam comforting you after being attacked

Imagine Adam comforting you after being attacked

All you wanted to do was scream, but the mans hand remained clamped over your mouth as he kept you pinned against the wall. "You taste so good", the man whispered darkly, his face hidden under his hood, his arm pressed across you as he licked you causing you to scream even more. "Stop your squirming!", he hissed, pressing into you harder. A car passed by the top of the street and he glanced at it, and seeing it as an oppertunity, you pushed against him with all your might. You managed to slip out from him, but he quickly grasped hold of your hair, sharply yanking you back, as you scream in pain. "No, you're mine!", he snarled, pulling your head back, his face next to yours. "Please, let me go!", you cry but he just laughs, wrapping his other hand around you. You saw the dark glint in his eye, and he smiled, then launched himself at you, burying his face into your neck. You screamed both in terror and pain as you felt his teeth sink into your neck, growling and snarling like a wild animal. You tried with all your might to fight against him, but he just sunk his teeth in deeper, you feeling the warm rush as blood poured down your neck. Your head began to throb in pain, your breathing becoming more hagged as you became weaker and weaker, the mans fingers digging into you as you felt your body begin to fail. You wanted to scream, but you couldn't breath, or speak, the life draining out of you quicker than you could think. Your body falls limp in his arms, your lungs dying for air, your eyelids heavy. The man eventually removed his face from your neck, which is when you saw his blood soaked face, his hungry grin and his teeth like fangs, glistening in the dim streetlight before your eyelids closed.

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You woke gasping, struggling to breath, every part of you aching, your limbs feeling like lead. Your head was pounding, throbbing, making you struggle to stay conscious. You pulled yourself out of the gutter, your body shaking in fear and cold, wrapping your arms around you. You look up and down the street, past all the empty shops and parked cars, trying to see where that man had gone, tears stinking your eyes in confusion and pain. You see a man turn around the corner, who begins walking down the street in your direction. He keeps his head low, dressed all in black, and continues walking. You try to stand up, leaning against the lamppost for support, but your legs give way underneath you an you collapse down on the floor, crying out in pain. The man notices you and starts walking hurriedly towards you, their long black hair moving out of the way so you could see their pale face. "Please, help me", you croak, your voice weak and hoarse, struggling to stand up again. He catches you before you fall again, collapsing into his chest. He lifts up your chin so you look into his pale grey eyes, a worried look on his face. "Come with me", he whispered urgently, placing an arm around you, half helping, half carrying you back up the street quickly in the direction he'd came, glancing over his shoulder, checking no one was around, taking you to safety. He helps you into his flat where you collapse onto his sofa, feeling exhausted. He locks the door and swiftly closes the curtains, before turning down the light. "What's your name?", he asked gently, coming over to you, bringing a glass of water. "Y/N", you say, greedily gulping down the water as he helped you. Once you'd finished you tried to sit up, but your head throbbed painfully, so you lay back down. "What happened?", he asked sadly, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. "I was walking home after seeing a friend when this man jumped me from behind and ...", you can't finish as you begin to cry again, the memories flooding back. "I'm so sorry Y/N", he whispers quietly, heading back over to the kitchen, stopping and looking at what looked like a wedding photograph on the table. "Why, why did he bite me? What type of freak does that?", you ask angrily, sitting up as best you could. Adams takes a sharp intake of breath, his eyes flashing at you before he continues into the kitchen. You watch him leave, puzzled by his reaction, then look down at yourself, seeing you're a total mess. "Well, I should probably clean myself up", you mutter, getting up off the sofa, walking over to the mirror on the far wall. "No, you don't want to do that!", Adam suddenly says, alarmed, rushing to you but it's too late, as your already looking at yourself. You gasp, as when you look at yourself, you notice something is very wrong, that you couldn't see yourself clearly, it was as if you were looking though a haze at yourself. You blink, thinking it's your eyes tricking you, but the more you look back at yourself, your grey eyes staring back, the more your reflection disappeared. You lifted your hand up and rubbed at the dried blood covering your neck, revealing two puncture marks, where the man had bitten you. You wanted to scream in horror, but you watch transfixed as Adam came up behind you, placing his hands onto your shoulders, his reflection non existent in the mirror. "I'm sorry", he said sadly. You don't know what to say, or to think as you collapsed backwards into Adams chest, him holding you. "I-I can't be, but that's, no", you mutter, your body shaking in fear. "I'm sorry Y/N. The man who attacked you, he is a well known feeder, but he obviously sensed I was near so only managed to turn you, not drain you completely", Adam said holding onto you as you trembled looking at where yours and his reflection should have been. "So, I'm a- you're a- a vampire", you whisper shakily. He nods and leads you back over to the sofa, sitting you down. "I want to go home. Please, take me home", you whisper to him. He looks at you sadly, shaking his head. "I'm sorry Y/N, but you can't go back home. You can't see your family again", Adam says, trying to sound reassuring but you sit there shaking your head, not wanting to hear him. "No, no why? I want to go home, I want to see my parents, my family!", you cry at him. "You can't. If they find out who you really are, they will kill you". You bite your trembling lip, attempting to keep back the tears. "So, I'm- I'm dead?", you say shakily. He nods, and you burst into tears. He puts his arm around you, just letting you cry. You want to push him away, but you find his hug reassuring and calming, so stay in his arms, crying your eyes out until you have none left. "How do you feel?", Adam asked after you'd finished drying your eyes. You don't quite know what to answer, feeling so overwhelmed by everything that had happened, cold, afraid, scared, fearful, alone. Then you felt it inside you, like a nagging feeling in your stomach, which started to grow gradually, spreading from the pit of your stomach through your whole body. "Hungry", you rasp, realising how dry your voice was. "Here", Adam says, reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small hip flask, giving it to you. You raise an eyebrow, looking at him, "I don't drink". He chuckled, then took the top off, taking a swig himself, letting out a small moan of satisfaction at the taste of the substance. "It's what you'll crave most of all", he said, giving it back to you, licking his lips, smiling gently at you. You take it uncertainly in your hands and try to look inside, but whatever the dark liquid is, it has a certain smell to it which you instantly feel hungry for. You lift it to your lips and take a tiny sip, and let the taste linger, it fulling you up, feeling hungry for more, a moan escaping your lips. You throw your head back and take a giant swig of the liquid, savouring it's sweet taste, feeling as if an animal was growling inside you. You licked your lips, feeling a small trickle of it running down your chin. You wipe it away, and look at it, your heart freezing in your chest. It was blood. You look at Adam who carefully takes the flask off you, looking a little sheepish. "I'm sorry. If I had told you what it was, would you have still drank it?", he said, putting it away. You wanted to be mad at him for tricking you, but he did have a point. "No, you're right", you admit, your tongue tracing your teeth, feeling a small set of fangs starting to come through. "Don't worry, I will help you. The first few months will be tough for you, but don't worry, I'll help you", he said as you rested yourself on him. "I miss my family", you say, a small tear running down your cheek. "It's okay, I'm your family now", Adam said gently, stroking your cheek, wiping the tear away. He put his arms around you and you just lay there, in his embrace, just letting the reality of everything sink in. "So I'm guessing this means I can't see the sunrise again?", you mutter, already wishing you'd never been attacked in the first place. "Something like that, yeah", Adam admitted. He looked at you, his fingers gently tracing the puncher marks on your neck as you rested against him. "It's not all bad you know, being like this", he said, trying to cheer you up. "Well I don't want to be like this. I want to be normal", you say sadly. He sighs, and gently eases you off him, standing up and heading to the kitchen. "You like music?", he asked walking out as you took in his messy apartment, music and instruments everywhere. "Yeah, I love music", you say, grabbing the old patchwork blanket on the corner of the sofa, pulling it around you. "Well, how about I play you something, cheer you up?", he chuckled, coming back in, his hand behind his back. "Yeah okay", you say smiling weakly, thinking it could help take your mind of things for a while. "Well, you sit there and I'll play something for you. And whilst I do that, you can enjoy this", he said smiling, pulling out what looked like a dark coloured ice lolly from behind his back. "Mmm, what's that?", you ask a little cautious, remember that he'd tricked you before. "A blood Popsicle. Trust me, you'll feel better. And they are delicious", he chuckled as you took it off him. You thought you were in heaven, the taste was divine. Adam sat down on the end of the sofa whilst you curled up, eating the popsicle, picking up his guitar and a few sheets of music. As you devoured through the ice lolly, Adam played to you. Eventually, you'd finished, feeling full, and pulled the blanket around you closer, just listening to Adam play, a small smile creeping across your blood lust lips as your eyes began to droop. Eventually, you drifted off to sleep, and Adam stopped playing, sighing as he looked at your unconscious figure, your skin now pale, your chest barely rising. He came over and tucked the blanket around you more, before gently leaning down and kissing your forehead. "Sweet dreams Y/N", he whispered, as you slept, finding some kind of peace in your new eternal form.