Gamer Love (BEN Drowned X Vampire Reader)

Hunting for Blood

The full moon shines brightly. You're cruising down the streets in your shiny black Lamborghini Aventador, searching for your next victim.

It's easy to just pick a car and follow them home. The hardest part is staying low profile. At least four yards away, preferably farther, but not too far.

You pick a random white Bugatti and follow them, maintaining about 6 yards of distance.

You follow them to their house. It's a pretty decent size. Not quite a mansion, but not just a house, either. It's two stories tall and made of brick.

You hear the person in their car talking to someone, and you realize that it's the police, by the woman's tone of voice. You don't care if you get caught, as you can always just break out easy peasy.

But you prefer not to go to jail. It's always a hassle. You would have to move houses, states, or even countries!

You jumped out of your car and ran to the lady's car, tearing off her door. She screams like any sane person.

She has curly, dirty blonde hair, a white tank top with a jean jacket, and some black shorts.

You grab her phone, hang up the call, and throw it aside. You literally drag her out of her car and to her doorstep.

"What's your name?"

"T-T-Tina."

"Tina, eh?"

"Y-y-yes"

"Let me tell you something, Tina. I'm your worst nightmare. You do everything as I say, and I might consider letting you live."

"M-might?"

"Yes, might. Now, open the door," you command.

Too scared to talk, she grabs her keys from her pocket and shakily unlocks the door. You shove her inside and go inside yourself.

"What do you want from me?" Tina cries.

"It's quite simple, actually. Your blood."

"M-my blood?"

"Exactly. You see, I live off of blood. I'm deathly allergic to garlic, and I sleep during the day. Do you have any idea what exactly I am?"

"You're a v-vampire! You monster! Your kind is what killed my nephew! They sucked his blood, and then pushed him off a cliff! I watched it with my own two eyes!"

"Well, sucks to suck. There're hundreds of us out here!"

Then, she reaches under the rounded table by the door. You don't know what she's trying to get, but you stomp on her hand, stopping her, and probably breaking her arm. She screams out in pain and tried to yank her arm back, but you won't let her.

You love torturing your victims before drinking their blood and killing them.

Rather than taking your foot off of her arm, you press your boot harder into her skin, letting the heel dig in and make her bleed. She yelps and starts swearing like a sailor.

You merely laugh. She's a screamer. Most of 'em are.

The only concern you have about her screaming is that the neighbors are going to hear. You don't want that to happen, but you aren't going to die if they do manage to call the cops.

You finally relent and take your boot off of her arm. You get tired of toying with her.

"Stand up."

"You bitch!" she seethes, holding her arm. It's black and purple with blood dripping onto the bleach white carpet.

You sigh and force her to stand. You place your lips on her neck. Her pulse is sporadic with fear. She shakes.

You bare your fangs and dig them into her jugular. Her sweet blood fills your mouth. You gulp it down until she's devoid of it and looks like a flat whoopie cushion.

Suddenly, you hear banging on the door.

Dammit, must be the police. I need to get out of here.

With that thought, you run to the back of the house and upstairs, into what looks like Tina's bedroom. It's nothing but pink. It makes you want to barf. You hated pink with all your heart and soul. It totally did not fit your aesthetic, which is dark. Black everything

You find a window and open it. You didn't want to break your ankles or anything getting out, so you turned into a bat and flew out the window, looking at the front of the house. You see four cop cars. If there are two cops per car, then that means that there are eight policemen.

Thankfully, they don't know about vampires and don't think to check above them. You circle around once, then leave.

You had forgotten about your car.

Crap.

That thing was damn expensive too; over four hundred thousand dollars.

In an effort to get your car back, you drop down and turn human. You still have that sweet, sweet blood all over your lips. Unfortunately, you're wearing black lipstick, so it shows up.

You decide to blot the blood off with your sleeve, which, thankfully, is black, so it doesn't show.

"Who are you?" one officer says, noticing you.

"I'm lost..." your voice is velvety and seductive... when you want it to be, like right now. You lean against your car

"Is that your car?" the officer asks. She's pretty with her black hair, dark skin, and short pink nails.

"Yes, ma'am, it is."

"Can you prove it?"

You pull out your keys and clicked the lock button. The car beeps and locks.

The officer shrugs but then gives you a look. You know that look. It meant that she's going to question you.

Dammit.

You just want your car, for fuck's sake.

You glance at her badge: Judy Leeann.

Judy started firing questions at you. "Why are you on the site? Why is your car parked here? Did you call us, or did someone-"

"Okay, okay, slow down, please. I can only answer one question at a time."

"Go ahead and answer, then."

"I'm on the site because I was here before the crime happened. I got lost and parked here to look around. My phone is dead so I don't have GPS. No, I didn't call y'all. I heard screams, but that's about it," you lie, as you usually do. You were a terrible liar a few decades ago, but you've gotten even better than the one who turned you.

You believe his name is either Fredrick or Jason. One of the two. The other was a friend that you had met shortly after being turned.

"I see... would you mind if we scanned your fingerprints?

"Actually, I would. You think I did the crime. I don't even know what it was!" you run towards your car get inside, but not inhumanly fast. You want to seem like a normal human.

You speed down the road until you get to the highway. By the time the officer can get into her car and chase you down, you're already nowhere to be seen.

You drive to your mansion and park in the driveway. It's plain white on the outside. On the inside, though, it's nothing but grays and blacks, with the occasional white.

The carpet is gray, and the marble counters and cabinets are white.

There was a nice black coffin in your room, where you slept. You don't hide any of the vampirism, as you never let anybody over. And those who do come over always became your meal.

You take a warm bath and sigh in relief as all your tense muscles relax.

Until...