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"You really have fangs?" He opens his mouth again, more sultry than before, with glittery eyes. "I'm not gonna touch them."
"Boo~"
After deciding not to touch the fangs, you mouthed a 'woah.'
"Okay, vampire, another question." You stated, drawing your hand back.
"Curious, that's fine." He stated blandly.
"Why did you ask what perfume I used? Can you smell me?" You asked cautiously. You had seen the movies. Some vampires were downright crazy in "Twilight", you had to be sure, even if you weren't talking about him completely.
"Well, I can, but I could smell your blood mostly." He spoke as if it were a quotable section in the newspaper. Nothing strange, he can just smell your blood. Did you hear about the murder on the corner last night too?
"Back!-" you scooter backwards, partially for effect, "up a bit! What the h—-?" You questioned, and he chuckled even more heavenly than earlier.
"I know it's hard to believe and I probably sound super creepy, but your blood smells really good to me. It draws me in like nothing ever has before. It's like...," he paused to think, "I can trust you. You're special. You're like... a drug. A very addictive drug that I think only I can enjoy." He used his hand to emphasize his points, but it didn't make you any more comfortable.
"Oh my gosh, I'm reliving Twilight.." You muttered, and he let out a hearty scoff.
"Do not compare me to the Cullens. Those uncultured swine directors may not know I exist, but they stereotyped me hard." He joked, and you two shared a laugh.
"One last question-" You muttered, and he turned his crossed legs towards you.
"Why are you telling me this? You met me like five minutes ago, and if it's even real, you taught me almost everything about your hidden species. Why is that?" You asked, turning to him as well.
"'Personal drug', {blood type}, beautiful, funny, witty. Sounds like my type to me." He replied, and grabbed your hand. You blushed as he planted a soft kiss on your tight knuckles, teasingly dragged his fangs lightly over your fingers, then drew back.
"What am I going to do now, Mr. McClain?" You asked as you sighed, resting your head in your free hand.
"Please, call me Lance. You're making me feel old for a man who's technically eighty one and forever seventeen. Here's what you'll do; You're going to take my phone number, as well as give me yours, and meet me here tomorrow at the base of this trail at eleven o'clock a.m., so we can talk. Then, you can ask the questions you want to ask, and I can answer the questions I've been wanting to answer since I died." He sounded so poetic, you had to give in.
"Sounds like a date, Lance McClain." You said, blushing and grinning. "I have to ask, are you gonna... drink me?" You questioned, probably sounding less nervous than you should.
"Oh heavens no, unless I'm literally dying and my senses take over or something. I'm a vegan~ Animals only, babe." he joked. You had a giggle, while he smiled and watched you feel your joy. "No one laughs at my jokes.."
"How? They're great!" And, with that, you knew it would be the start of something good.
"You really are a Cullen!-"
"Please don't ruin this, I just started liking you and I don't want to ruin it."
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I JUST REWROTE THE ENDING AND I LIKE IT NOW SO EAT THAT BRAIN
just fyi I only write at night then edit them at school so if you're reading this it's 11pm on a Sunday night so just wait a few hours for the mistakes to go away
Juni out~ (1866 Words)
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