Patrick Stump Imagines

Vampire!Patrick

You make your way into the bar. You're a little too young, but there's no bouncers, no security, no one to stop you. You think, "why not?"

The moment you enter, you're blasted with loud music ; there's drunken old men with southern accents playing snooker and darts ; girls with such lack of clothing they might as well not be wearing any. You sigh, and seat yourself on a stool in front of the barmaid. You're not much of a drinker, so you order a glass of Coke, and proceed to sip it lightly from the plastic straw.

You here a cough beside you and almost jump when there's a boy about your age sitting beside you. One look at his face has you enthralled. Maybe it's the angelic smile, lighting up his cherubic chubby cheeks, or the drastically sinister, but sexy, look arising in his sunflower eyes. You're so shook by the beauty of this stranger with the stupid trucker hat and long, almost ginger hair. Even the goddamn sideburns (which would look awful on anyone else) are gorgeous. How can a man be this beautiful and intriguing?

He reaches out a pale hand which creeps it's way up your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine. You almost forget how to breathe. With a smile, he takes your hand in his, and leads you to a somewhat private booth at the back of the bar. He pulls you into his lap and bites his plump bottom lip.

Something inside you breaks - restraint? Pride? Whatever it is, you suddenly dive at him, pressing your lips against his, nipping and sucking on them like it's a lifeline. His soft body moves against yours, it's squishy, and... sexy. Yes, something about him is so very sexy.

You're so caught up in thinking about his body that when he pulls away from your lips and attaches his own to your neck, you arch your neck to give him better access. He sucks on the skin gently, each breath your resistence melts away - not like there was any in the first place.

You're mind is preoccupied by him, and you don't even notice the pricks you feel in your neck. In fact, you gasp a breathy moan as you feel your blood being sucked into his mouth. It's so hot, and sexy, you can't even complain that you're going numb and almost lifeless.

The bar is fuzzy now, and you can't think of anything, only him... him... him... You hear moans echoing in your head ; yours, his, the lapdancer in the next booth? A moment later you feel something pressed against your lips, a warm liquid with a metallic taste. Some ancient, repressed instinct has you gulping it down like it's a lifeline.

Soon, you'll wake up, with no recollection of your life before : only now, of you and the vampire at the bar.