#𝒜𝒩𝒢𝐸𝐿𝐹𝐸𝒮𝒯🎃

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𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ⚠︎︎ Vampire!reader x human!Chris, mentions of blood, no use of y/n.

(use of my name because I don’t like using y/n or y/nn. Just imagine your name!)

Bri 🎃 ༯ I see so many vampire!chris/matt and not many where it’s the reader so I thought why not.. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS ONE.

reblogs, likes and comments are so so appreciated!! Please don't copy or re use any of my work. 🍂

The night air was cool and crisp, the breeze whispering through the streets as Chris walked through the dark alleyways of the city. The dim glow of the streetlights cast long shadows over the cracked pavement, making everything feel just a little more sinister. He adjusted his jacket, hands stuffed into his pockets as he made his way to the bar. It wasn’t his usual scene, but his friends had told him about this place – something about a Halloween party that would be different from the typical rowdy college parties he was used to.

Chris pushed open the heavy door, and the atmosphere shifted immediately. The bass thumped low and steady, matching the pulse in his veins. The song playing through the speakers—Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang by Sohodolls—set an intoxicating, edgy tone for the night. The room was dimly lit, with blood-red lights casting a seductive hue over everything. People moved in slow, rhythmic waves, their bodies pressed close as they danced or whispered in dark corners. A few people were in costume, but it was the kind of place where no one cared if you fit in. He grabbed a drink at the bar, leaning back against the counter as he scanned the room. His friends hadn’t arrived yet, so he was on his own for the time being. Chris was never one to feel out of place, but tonight… something was different. The air felt charged, like static before a storm. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching him.

And then he saw you.

You stood near the back of the room, bathed in shadows, your eyes glimmering under the low lights. There was something about you—dangerous, alluring, like a siren calling him toward you without saying a word. You weren’t dressed in any obvious costume, but the black lace dress clung to you like a second skin, and your deep red lipstick contrasted sharply against your skin. Your hair cascaded over your shoulders, framing your face in a way that made you look almost unreal.

Chris couldn’t take his eyes off you. He had seen you around before—at parties, maybe, or in passing on campus. You had exchanged glances but never really spoken. But tonight, there was something magnetic about you. The way you moved, the way you carried yourself—it was as if you knew things he didn’t. Things he wanted to know.

Without even thinking, he crossed the room, the crowd parting around him as if they could sense where he was going. Your eyes flicked up to meet his, a small smirk playing at the corners of your lips as he approached.

“Chris, right?” You said, your voice smooth, almost melodic. “Yeah,” he replied, a little surprised you knew his name. “And you’re… Brianna.” “Good memory,” you said, taking a sip from your glass, your eyes never leaving his.

He felt the tension between you two immediately. It wasn’t the kind of nervous energy he was used to with other girls. This was something darker, more intense, like there was an unspoken game being played and he didn’t know the rules. Yet, he was drawn in, helpless to resist.

“You don’t strike me as the type to be into parties like this,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

You raised an eyebrow, your smirk deepening. “And what type do I seem like, Chris?”

He hesitated, not sure how to answer that without sounding ridiculous. “Someone… different.”

You let out a low laugh, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Different. I like that.”

There was a long pause, the music still pulsing around you, drowning out the rest of the world. Chris didn’t know what it was, but he couldn’t stop staring at you—at the way your eyes seemed to almost glow in the dim light, at the sharp lines of your collarbone, at the way your lips curled into that knowing smile.

“Want to get out of here?” You asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Chris blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “Yeah. Sure.”

You left the bar together, the cool night air hitting him as you stepped outside. Chris felt a little lightheaded, like the night was spinning out of control, but he didn’t care. You were walking beside him, and that was all that mattered.

You both didn’t say much as you wandered through the darkened streets, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt charged, like something was about to happen. And Chris had a feeling that whatever it was, he wasn’t going to forget it anytime soon.

Eventually, you ended up in an abandoned courtyard, the moonlight casting eerie shadows over the stone walls. You stopped in the center of the space, turning to face him, your eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his heart race.

“Do you ever feel like there’s more to this world than what you see?” You asked, your voice soft, almost a whisper.

Chris frowned, confused by the sudden shift in conversation. “What do you mean?”

You stepped closer, and he could feel the coolness of your skin even from where he stood. “Like there’s something darker, something hidden, just beneath the surface. Something… dangerous.”

His breath hitched as you came even closer, your face inches from his. Your eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and for the first time, Chris noticed how unnaturally bright they were. Almost… inhuman.

“Brianna—” he started, but you cut him off.

“You’ve felt it, haven’t you? That pull. That craving for something more.” Your voice was low, seductive, and Chris felt his head swimming, like he was falling under a spell.

Before he could respond, you moved—faster than he could comprehend—and in an instant, you was behind him, your breath cold against his neck.

Chris froze, his heart pounding in his chest as your fingers brushed against his throat, your nails sharp against his skin. “W-what are you doing?” He voice shook

You didn’t answer, but he could feel your lips ghosting over his pulse, your breath sending chills down his spine. And then—he felt it. The sharp, unmistakable sting of fangs sinking into his skin.

His mind went blank, his body tensing as a flood of sensations overwhelmed him—pain, pleasure, fear. He could hear the song from earlier still playing in his head, the rhythm pounding in time with his heartbeat: Bang, bang, bang, bang.

You were drinking from him.

Chris wanted to pull away, to fight, but his body wouldn’t listen. Instead, he stood there, helpless, as you fed on him, your grip on him tightening. The world around him faded, and all that remained was you— your cold lips, your sharp teeth, the intoxicating feeling of you taking what you wanted.

Finally, you pulled back, your lips stained with his blood, your eyes glowing brighter now. You looked at him, your expression unreadable, as if waiting for him to say something.

But Chris couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. All he could do was stare at you, the realization hitting him like a freight train.

Chris stood there, breathing hard, the world spinning around him. His hand instinctively went to his neck, touching the warm spot where your fangs had pierced his skin. His fingertips came away wet with blood. He stared at them, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

“I apologize for the mess.” You walked back up to him. You connected your lips back onto his neck licking up the left over blood.

You watched him as you pulled away. The blood on your lips gave you a almost otherworldly appearance—like a creature born from nightmares. And yet, Chris couldn’t bring himself to fear you. If anything, the fear that had briefly flared in his chest had been replaced by something more intense. Something darker.

Desire.

“What… what are you?” he finally managed to choke out, his voice hoarse.

You tilted your head, your lips curling into a small smile, but there was no humor in it. “I think you know.”

A vampire. The thought slammed into him like a punch to the gut. It was insane, impossible. But the evidence was right in front of him. Your eyes, your cold touch, the fangs, the way you moved so fast… There was no denying it.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” you said softly, stepping toward him again. “But you’ve felt it, haven’t you? That pull toward me, the way you couldn’t resist following me tonight.”

Chris’s throat was dry, his mind racing. Now that you mentioned it, he had felt something off about you, something magnetic. And not just tonight—every time he had seen you before, too. There had always been this pull, like you were drawing him in without saying a word.

You stopped in front of him, close enough that he could feel the coolness radiating off your skin. You raised a hand and lightly traced your fingers along the edge of his jaw, making him shiver despite himself.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” you murmured, your voice soft and dangerous, “so fast… like you’re afraid. But you’re not running.”

Chris swallowed hard, still trying to process everything. He should be running, should be terrified. But there was something about you, something about the way you looked at him, touched him… It was as if he was under your spell. Even now, with the knowledge of what you were, he couldn’t tear himself away.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You smile, a glint of amusement in you eyes. “Right now? I just wanted a taste.”You brought your finger up to your lips wiping the dripping blood off it, licking it off your own finger.

Chris’s pulse quickened at your actions, and he saw your eyes flicker, darkening for a brief moment before you seemed to collect yourself. You let out a small, almost regretful sigh, stepping back slightly.

“I don’t usually feed like that,” you said, your voice softer now, almost apologetic. “I have more control than that, but… there’s something about you, Chris.”

He frowned, trying to ignore the dull throb in his neck where you’d bitten him. “Something about me?”

You nodded, your gaze sweeping over him as if you were trying to figure out exactly what that something was. “I don’t know what it is yet, but you’re different. I can feel it.”

Chris had no idea what you meant by that, but the intensity in your voice sent another shiver through him. The way

you were looking at him made him feel like he was the only thing in the world that mattered to you right now, and that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

He took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself. “So, what now? You’ve bitten me, you’ve… drank my blood. Am I—am I going to turn into a vampire?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “No, it doesn’t work like that. You don’t just ‘turn’ from a bite. It’s… more complicated than that.”

He didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. The thought of becoming like you was both horrifying and strangely enticing. “Then why me? Why tonight?”

Your gaze softened, and for the first time, there was something vulnerable in your expression. “I’ve been watching you for a while, Chris. I’ve tried to stay away, but tonight… I couldn’t help myself. You’ve always seemed different, and I wanted to know why.”

Chris’s heart skipped a beat. You’d been watching him? The idea sent a strange thrill through him, but also a sense of unease. He didn’t know how to feel about being the object of a vampire’s interest.

“So, what now?” he asked again, his voice more steady this time.

You took another step back, your eyes darkening once more. “Now, you decide.”

“Decide what?”

You looked at him, your gaze intense, almost pleading. “Whether you want to walk away from this and pretend it never happened, or… if you want to know more.”

Chris’s mind raced. Walk away? Pretend like this was just some bizarre fever dream? The rational part of him screamed that he should run, should get as far away from her as possible. But the other part of him—the part that had always craved excitement, danger, the unknown—was telling him something else.

He looked at you, at the way your eyes still glowed faintly in the darkness, at the way your lips were slightly parted, revealing just the hint of her fangs. You were dangerous. There was no denying that. But there was also something about you that made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t before.

He stepped closer to you, his heart pounding in his chest. “I want to know more.”

Your eyes widened slightly, as if you hadn’t expected him to say that. But then, your lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile, and Chris felt a surge of adrenaline rush through him.

“You’re sure?” You asked, your voice low and dangerous, like a challenge.

Chris nodded, his pulse racing, his blood still thrumming in his veins from where you’d bitten him. “I’m sure.”

Your smile grew, and this time, there was nothing apologetic about it. You reached out, taking his hand in hers, your grip cool but firm.

“Then hold on tight, Chris,” you whispered, pulling him close. “Because you’re about to enter a world you’ve never imagined.”

And with that, they disappeared into the shadows, leaving the world Chris knew far behind.

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