into the darkness (eyeless jack x male reader)

Fangs

TW: this chapter contains alcohol consumption.

"Here you go," I said, plastering the biggest fake smile on my face and handing the receipt to the customer in front of me. "Your movie will be in room 8. Enjoy the night."

I glanced at the huge clock hanging in the great hall of the cinema. It had barely moved since I last looked.

"Come on, (Y/N). Just 35 minutes left. That's only 7 times five minutes. You can do it." I thought, already greeting the next customer.

*****

A sigh escaped my throat as I pushed open the door to my apartment. I dropped my keys on the table next to the entrance and continued into the flat. Passing the living room, I saw Jack fast asleep on the couch. My shift did finish quite late, and the bus I took to get back home had a lot of stops. It would have been selfish to expect him to be awake this late.

Plus he needed to rest. Jack had only been back for a couple of days and he'd spent most of them asleep. It must feel like heaven for him to actually sleep on something soft. I remembered how happy he looked when he took a shower the night he came back. I had forced him to sleep in my bed that night and the next morning when he still wasn't up at 2:00 PM, I'd gone to wake him up.

"It was the best night I ever had..." He had muttered, still half asleep.

He's eaten a few times but I'm always the one proposing if he's hungry. I get the feeling he's too embarrassed to ask himself for my blood. Of course, I'm not a fan of stabbing my finger with a needle every day, but I'm even less a fan of watching my friend starve to death.

I went to my room, stopping to the bathroom on the way to brush my teeth. Once in my room, I didn't even take the time to take off my clothes before I fell face-first in my bed.

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"You're going out?" Jack asked me when he saw me coming out of my room. I'd spent the whole day in sleepwear, as it was the weekend, but I'd just put on a fun patterned shirt.

"Yeah, there's a party at one of my friend's friend's house. You can come if you want." I replied.

His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again.

"Oh well, you know," he said. "I don't do well at parties. And since I don't know anyone, I'll just stay by your side all night like a lost puppy."

"Come on Jack." I groaned. "You can't let me go alone! What if someone attacks me?"

"You're a big boy. I'm sure you can defend yourself," he answered back.

"I don't care, I've already made up my mind," I told him as I grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards my room. I could hear him grumbling behind me.

I sat him down on the bed and started looking through my outfits. I skipped past all the boring ones and went directly to the clothes that were nice to look at. With all the black he wore, some color couldn't hurt him. I picked a few shirts for Jack to try on and handed them to him. He took them with a frown on his face.

"Hey, it can't be that bad, it's just a party." I encouraged him. "Or is it that you don't want to spend time with me?" I put on an exaggerated pout to show him just how much that would hurt me.

He sighed.

"You're ridiculous..." He muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said as he took off his black hoodie.

*****

Thankfully, the walk to the party wasn't too long. The air was getting cold outside this time of the year. I hadn't managed to persuade Jack to dress with something else than his hoodie, but I was glad. It would keep him warm. And low as he was wearing the hood, it would hide his face. We could already hear the music from the outside of the house. It was a big house and once you got inside, it seemed even bigger. The ceilings were high and the place was already packed with people. Some were drinking in the kitchen in front of a countertop full of bottles, others were playing games in the living room. At some point, I thought I heard a group cheering from a room down the hallway. They sounded like they were having their own little party in one of the rooms.