Bob the Tomato x Ben Shapiro x Reader

Chapter 5

You wake up in the morning at a house you've never been before, and Ben standing over you. "Good morning, love," he says, pulling you to your feet. He smells of smoke, and you look down to see your clothes are covered in soot.

"Ben, where are we?" You ask, confusion and worry swelling in your throat. "What time is it?"

"A friend's house, and nearly four o clock. You've been out for almost 24 hours." He seems kind of worried, but he quickly shifts his features to be more in control.

"Ben, I'm scared," you stutter.

"Don't worry, everything is fine." As soon as the words came out of his mouth there was a shatter at the window. Men(or women, equal opportunity bad guys(or girls)) dressed in black burst through the window. You scream, and Ben grabs your arm and pulls you running out the door.

You run for what feels like miles until your lungs feel like they'll burst. You grab onto Ben, needing support right now.

"What is happening?" you gasp between shaking breaths.

"We'll be okay," Ben assured you. Your breath grows short with anxiety, and hysteria bubbles in your throat. "Y/n," he breathes, pressing his face to your neck. You sigh in relief and comfort, knowing he's there with you.

"I..." Ben winces and starts to pull back.

"Ben, you can tell me anything," you say, pulling him close to you. He looks at you, and his spheres of sight fill with worry and despair. And... hunger.

"The organization that you gave you your abilities, I think they did something to me."

You stare at him, not understanding. "What organization?"

A look of shock crosses his face. "I forgot... It's day." He stares at you, like he was trying to decide what to do. Finally, he shakes your head and stares you deep into the windows of your soul. "It's important for you to know what's happening. The facts, they can't be denied. And the fact is..." he stares deep into you. "An organization called Wicklow engineered you to have abilities. At night, your personality completely changes, and you become a vile beast. A warrioress. They use you for secret government missions and conspiracies, and in the day you become your normal self, and lose your memories of the night." He stares and waits for your response.

"I feel like you're lying," you say, and though you want to trust Ben it just seems too outlandish.

"The facts don't care about your feelings!" He snaps, then he falls against you, crushing you into the wall behind you. Sobs rattle through him, pressing you deeper into the wall with every one.

"Ben," you say, trying to comfort him.

"I don't know what's happening." The weight of his words crush you. You've never been in a situation where Ben didn't have the answer. You feel tears coming to your own eyes, and then Ben's lips against your neck. The feeling comforts you, sweet and tender.

The kissing becomes stronger, less gentle and hungrier. A moan escapes your lips as he pushes you harder and harder into the wall behind you.

And then you feel it. A small, sharp something tracing the veins in your neck. And suddenly, a stab.

You gasp in shock and pain, but then something else.

Pleasure.

You want, no you need your blood drained, and you submit willingly.

Suddenly Ben pulls away, and the pleasure is replaced again by pain. "Y/n," he gasps falling to his knees next to you. You're limp and almost unconscious, and blood trickles from the wound on your neck and on your wrist. His eyes are filled with disgust and anger at himself.

Then the scent of blood hits him, and hunger is replaced in his balls of sight. Your vision goes dark as you watch the silhouette of the man you love closing in on you, his shadow framed by a sunset as red as the blood pouring out of you.