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[simjakesgirl]

suck my blood synopsis: you finally realize a big secret your new friend jake sim was hiding from you... warnings: suggestive content: minimal blood description, implied stalking, vampire themes, insomnia/nightmares. jake sucks readers blood. weird pedo flirts for like three seconds. loosely inspired by twilight! wc: 4.3k author's note: hiii this is my first story on here so i hope it's good heh. i love twilight and enha alr has a vampire theme to why not mesh the two duhhhhh. lmk if you guys enjoy!!! <3

you woke up in a cold sweat once again, hands clutching your quilted bedding before coming up to your head and rubbing your temples. everything felt so out of place. your white tank top felt embedded to your skin the way it wrapped around you, your hair felt heavy and matted from the tossing and turning you were doing, and your head just seemed to ache to no end. you redirected your focus to the glowing alarm clock resting on your nightstand and sighed, incredibly frustrated at the events of the night so far. it'd only been about three hours since you were last stirred out of your sleep. you swung your head back around, plopping against your mushy pillow before dragging your quilt right over your entire body.

it felt like you barely slept anymore. everyday was just the same repetitive cycle that you couldn't shake yourself out of. you woke up, brushed your teeth, washed your face, changed your clothes, made your way to school, made your way back home, did some chores, had dinner, and then ended up right there in your bed again to await your horrid dreams. the worst part was it felt like eyes were on you at all times. not a lot, just a singular pair of piercing eyes watching you no matter where you went.

eventually the morning came for you again, sunlight peeking through your thin window curtains and illuminating your room as if you lived in a big lightbulb. you groaned, trying to cover your eyes in any way possible before just succumbing to the day. turning your body over lazily, you checked the time.

7:00am

there was no time for you to even sleep in, you acknowledged as you pushed yourself out of your warm bed into the chill air, making your way to your bathroom. you stared at yourself in the medicine cabinet mirror hung above your sink and gasped, the lack of sleep was beginning to show in your face. your skin was pale and dry, under-eye bags so sunken in you felt like your eyes could fall back into your head, and your expression just looked sad and lifeless no matter how lively you attempted to be. unable to stare at yourself any longer, you decided to just get ready and hid how you felt under concealer and blush. at least in the end you looked somewhat put together and presentable. you put on a white knit sweater with a pair of loose baggy jeans and your old black converse before putting your hair in a half up half down do with a mini claw clip.

your parents had already left for work wouldn't be back until the late afternoon so it was your job to cook and at least keep the place a bit tidy. as you made your way down the staircase leading to the main floor of your house, you took note of all the areas in dire need of some cleaning after school and exhaled heavily. it would be a long afternoon you accepted as you grabbed your school bag, keys, and phone before rushing out the door.

in no way were you popular at school. you had some friends of course, but not enough to say you had a "big friend group" or anything like that. half of your friends were also just friends and not extremely close to you whatsoever and that didn't really bother you, but lately you felt compelled to be friends with this boy you'd never seen before at school. jake sim.

you had no idea why, but from the first time you locked eyes with him in the cafeteria, a sudden curiosity sprouted. maybe it was the way his dark colored eyes almost seemed black, or the way his dark hair fell perfectly. maybe it was the way his skin was so pale and delicate or the way he sat so off to the corner, uninterested and unbothered with everyone else's chatter. someone told you that he was always like that, cold and apathetic despite anyone's effort to be his friend. still, after that moment you'd just been seeing more and more of him. it was like when you google something and all of a sudden all your social media apps are showing that exact thing. he just seemed to be everywhere you were without fail. eventually, that led the two of you to talk to each other which people thought was impossible.

jake was sort of secretive, he seemed to always be calculating just when to stop giving details about whatever he spoke about. it confused you and even bugged you a bit, but you knew some people didn't enjoy speaking about their lives so you never bothered to ask him any further questions. other than that, he was sarcastic, considerate, overly attentive, and exceedingly interested about you.

"y/n," you heard someone call as you stuffed your things in your locker.

you pushed the door a bit, jake's face coming into view as you did so. he wore a plain look on his face with a tiny glint in his eyes as he braced himself against your neighboring locker.

"is something wrong?" you questioned, trying to read his face.

"no, but i was just wondering if you had plans later?"

the way he looked at you so intently made you feel like he could see into your soul or as if he could hear all the thoughts going through your head. you broke eye contact with him, thinking about the places you just talked about cleaning and wondered if they could go one more day in their filth.

"uh... no. i don't have any plans," you replied, looking at him once again.

"good. i thought maybe you could accompany me somewhere," he smiled. his teeth were an almost blinding, perfect pearly white.

you blinked a bit before shutting your locker, smirking a bit at him.

“jake, you can’t just say somewhere..” you pointed out, clutching your books tightly as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

he bit the inside of his cheek to hold back what you assumed was a smile and folded his arms, the shirt he wore hugging his arms attractively.

“what? you don’t like surprises, y/n?” he teased, quirking a brow and letting a full smile creep onto his lips.

“i do,” you argued “but you’re always so secretive. at least tell me this.”

he stared at you intently for a few seconds, his smile dropping slowly into a relaxed expression.

“does that scare you?” he solicited, examining your face with squinted, dark eyes.

you were taken aback by the sudden seriousness in his tone and looked away for a second. he quickly moved his head, trying to meet your eyes again as you clutched your books tighter than before. for some reason the air began to feel heavy, jake felt impossibly close to you, and you just became especially nervous. the sudden mood change wasn’t an abnormal thing for him to do. he always seemed to shift between his emotions every once in a while as he spoke to you, but the way he asked you that question made you wonder if you were supposed to be afraid of him.

“hey,” he placed a hand against your shoulder, the pure chill bringing you out of your head, “come with me to town?”

you nodded your head, weakly smiling at him while he spent a few more seconds just staring at you. his expression seemed to be hiding something else underneath but just when you thought he would explain, he hesitantly turned around and began walking to his class. you felt vastly confused as you stared at him. it just felt so off when you spoke to him, he always looked like there was so much to say but then when you got to talking, he would suppress it all. part of you felt that it was unfair he knew so much about you and you so little about him. he heard about your home-life, favorite films/books, favorite foods, your hobbies, and so much more but you only knew that he was apparently adopted and that he has a few siblings in their twenties. it wasn't enough to build a friendship with and if that was where things were going, you were going to need to know more.

you slid out of your seat at the chime of the last bell. your psychology class was as boring as ever and sometimes you felt that it was the thing making you develop a mental disorder. as you gathered your things, you felt a small tap against your shoulder and instantly met the eyes of your teacher.

"y/n, i was wondering if you could make me about 80 copies of this sheet?" she requested with a pleading look in her eyes.

you took a brief look around, noticing that you were the only one left in the room and internally cursed yourself for taking your time. still, you nodded your head, taking the sheet from her and forcing a, hopefully, believable smile. she acted as if a weight was lifted off her chest as she made her way back to her seat and you out of the room. as you made your way to your locker, you noticed jake making his way out of the building, unbeknownst to your presence. you realized he never specified any time frame to you, but you assumed the trip was a later afternoon thing. he could definitely wait a bit for you to leave school you pronounced as you grabbed your bag and approached the busted old printer. it looked like it could've been purchased around the same time the school was built, but luckily it had a paper with clear directions on how to make copies pasted on its side. you inserted the paper your teacher gave you and repeatedly tapped the plus button until it got to the number 80 before pressing the enter key.

while you waited, you felt the eerie feeling of being watched again and rapidly turned around to meet nothing. you quickly shoved your things in your bag before slinging it on one shoulder and crossing your arms securely, growing impatient as the slow printer spat out one paper every 30 seconds or so. after what felt like forever, the papers were at last done printing. you swiftly grabbed the stack and hurried toward your teachers room, but as you turned the corner you were met with the eyes of one of the kids in your class. you gasped a bit and jolted back at the sudden contact, almost dropping the stack. you tried to get around him, but he blocked you every time with a playful grin plastered on his face.

"woah why are you in such a hurry?" he questioned smugly.

"just get out of my way," you dryly replied while attempting to get past him again.

"don't be like that, come on, you and i could go to my place. maybe i can help with your stress." he hovered, stretching his arm out to touch you.

you took a step back, bumping into something and, in an effort to keep your composure, dropping the whole stack of papers. you lifted your head to see jake behind you somehow, a strange, only slight hint of maroon in his eyes that you never saw before.

"are you that pathetic?" he berated, his eyebrows closely knit together and jaw clenched tightly.

the boy scoffed and raised his hands up, slowly turning around before mumbling something to himself as he walked away. you quickly knelt down, gathering the papers as quickly as you could just to get out of that situation.

"wait let me help," jake offered before kneeling down opposite to you, his voice was calmer but still held hints of anger.

as you tried to pick up as much paper as possible, you felt the painful pinch of a paper-cut and instantly yelped which caught jake's attention.

"what-" he didn't even look up at you before instantly cutting himself off.

you looked up to him, caught off guard by the way he seemed stiff. every muscle in his body looked to be entirely clenched. his veins popped right out of his pale skin, dark hair falling as a makeshift curtain and shaking just slightly to present to you that he was trembling. your eyes trailed down to his hand and you noticed he was completely crushing a copy of paper and suppressing any erratic movement. one of his hands came to his mouth to cover it like he smelled something utterly repulsive. you couldn't help but feel a bit self conscious as if you made him behave this way, but you were the only one around.

"jake?" you softly called, noticing how his eyelids shut tightly at the sound of your voice. "jake, what's wrong with you?"

he slowly dragged his head up to look at you and dropped his hand, your body jerking back when you met his gaze. he stared at you with bloody red eyes before catching a glimpse of your finger, now gushing a little from the lack of attention you showed it. immediately, he looked back down breathing heavily and shutting his eyes again. you were stuck frozen, unable to describe what you just saw exactly.

"y/n-," he spoke through gritted teeth. "please go home. i'll give these papers to your teacher just please go home."

your breathing picked up as he spoke, the strain in his voice was so raw and unexplainable it developed a pit in your stomach. compelled by his words, you picked yourself up without taking your eyes off of his figure and instantly ran away, looking back periodically to see if he was following. he wasn't. once you got out of the building, you jumped in your car and drove away with too many questions in your mind to count. worst of all, amidst all the questions the only conclusion was that jake was not a human and that scared you more than anything. it made you think about all the times you felt watched and all your nightmares of a figure coming for you. it could all be linked to him, he could be the producer of all your issues. the more you thought about it, the crazier it drove you and the harder you squeezed your steering wheel as some sort of brace. you felt as if your fingers were going to break off and only then did you remember about your cut, jake went haywire at the cut. your heart sank as you realized the possibilities and you felt like you were genuinely going insane. you turned on your radio, turning the volume up as loud as you could to just forget about it and pretend it never happened. it wasn't real. it couldn't be real.

once you got to your house, you closed yourself off in your room, sticking your headphones in and listening to whatever came up first in your playlist. you attempted to sing along to the lyrics in an effort to get your mind out of whatever state it was in, but nothing was helping. every lyric was somehow correlated to your current situation in your head and you didn't know how to make it stop. you didn't even feel like doing any housework in fear that you'd somehow end up chopping of your finger and cooking it in a soup or something. you sighed after a bit of time, ripping your earbuds out of your ears and opting to sit at the edge of your bed and stare out the window. the sky was already dark, but for some reason it felt like your day just began.

suddenly, a pair of bright white headlights shined through your window. you stood up, pushing your window curtains out of the way to get a proper view of the outside. a shiny black car was pulled into your driveway with just as black, probably not even legal, tints. you watched intently as the driver side door opened and jake climbed out, looking fresh as a daisy as if nothing happened earlier. you could even say he looked quenched. you gulped as you looked at him, conflicted about whether you should wait for him to knock on the door or just go greet him or just fake fall asleep and pretend he didn't exist. before you could even decide on an option, you found yourself moving down the staircase onto the main floor of your house and opening the door before he could even knock. you sucked a deep breath in as he stared at you, noticing how he seemed to loosen up once he saw your bandaged finger. you took note on how his eyes were suddenly the same dark color they always were and tried to remain calm to the entity in front of you. whoever he may be.

"i haven't been honest with you." he finally spoke, extending a hand to you.

you slowly looked from his hand to him before extending your own hand and taking his. whatever happened from here would be your fault as much as his.

"i'm willing to learn about whatever you're willing to tell me," you began, inhaling deeply before continuing, "so tell me it all, please."

he seemed shocked at your eagerness, but closed his eyes in agreement and acceptance before leading you to his car. he sat you down first before getting in the driver's side. you sat tensely against the seat and in a failed effort to hold back, turned to jake once he was situated.

"what are you?" you interrogated, squinting your eyes to try and find some sort of alien type of abnormality in him.

but there was nothing, he was perfect. he had perfect skin, hair, eyes, lips, teeth, body. everything about him was that of a human and a flawless one at that.

"what do you think i am?" he rebutted, beginning to drive away from your house.

you thought he was many things. a demon or possibly the devil, a werewolf, a vampire. something mythical. you stuck your hand out to touch his without warning, a chill creeping through your body is you did so. he was ice cold, the living dead.

"..a vampire." you subconsciously whispered under your breath.

he turned to look at your expression as you stared at nothing, feeling completely confused about everything all at once.

"are you scared?" he checked, gripping the wheel tightly with one hand as he rested the other against his leg.

"no," you admitted. "but earlier...would you have killed me if i didn't leave?"

he seemed taken aback by the question as he turned to you with widened eyes.

"i don't know. truthfully y/n you are different," he explained. "there's a whole different skill set that vampires have acquired, but with you it's like all of that goes away. i can't hear your thoughts and i can't manipulate your mind. when i'm with you, it's like i'm human, but today when you cut yourself, my senses craved blood like never before. my body almost went numb with desire to a point where i knew i couldn't hold back. usually when we're hungry, we just eat, but i feel such a strong sense to protect you, i can't even understand it."

you listened attentively, bewildered by how you could have such an impact on someone, let alone someone who wasn't even human. the way he spoke about his urge to protect was so foreign to you. no one ever presented that they needed you so much before. it was strange, but it peaked your curiosity.

"how'd you even get to me back at the printers," you probed. "i swore i saw you leaving."

he noticeably tensed up a bit at the memory of that moment, red pigment gradually building up in his eyes once again before he blinked it back. he inhaled deeply before beginning, a gesture that didn't really do good in helping to calm your senses.

"my feelings to protect you are extraordinarily strong, possibly right next to my urges to feed. sometimes to harness them.." he paused for a moment as if he was too afraid to continue, "i watch you."

you were stunned by the sudden confirmation.

"do you watch me all the time?" you wondered, thinking back to the moments you felt like you were going insane.

"basically, i guess." he established, "i've watched you go to school, study, cook. i've also watched you sleep but only to remind myself what it looks like. vampires don't sleep."

you felt as if you were falling deeper and deeper into a pit of understanding. what once was so blurry had become so clear in an instant, but you couldn't make yourself feel mad at him. you only felt an unusual sense of adoration and wether it was due to his honesty or vulnerability was unclear. you'd been waiting for this moment to finally understand jake and now that it was here, it was like you were meeting an entirely different person.

"jake, how long have you been alive?" you blurted, examining a face that looked not one day over 18.

"a long time." he responded, sending chills down your spine. "yet nothing like this has ever happened in that time. not until now."

you shifted in your seat, unsure how to feel about the whole ordeal. on one hand you felt special. someone who has lived through several lifetimes has never met anyone like you before. on the other hand you felt disoriented at the thought as to why you were all of a sudden apart of this whirlwind, you questioned whether it should be considered a blessing at all.

you recognized your rapid heartbeat at once, an incredibly stupid idea coming into your head. if you weren't so lost in the conversation you would've quickly snapped yourself out of whatever deranged headspace you tapped into. unfortunately, it was a little too late for that.

"if you were to drink my blood, what would happen?"

jake's breath got caught in his throat from your question and he locked eyes with you, an expression on his face looking like he wanted to ask if you went crazy. once he realized how serious you truly were, he looked back onto the road, biting his bottom lip.

"i probably wouldn't crave it so strongly anymore," he admitted lowly. "don't get any ideas."

it was too late for that. your arm instinctively went to the sleeve of your sweater, rolling it up.

"how can we be friends if you have a craving for my blood? anytime i get hurt i'll have to flee like a damsel in distress. i don't want to live that way." you argued, lifting your arm closer to him.

he pulled away, blinking to try and hold back any involuntary reactions. your pulse drummed a dull pattern right into his ear and he could practically smell the blood wafting off of your finger from under the flimsy bandage you had on. it smelled sweet and fresh like a candy rather than the bitter blood he'd been drinking before. your blood felt like a twizzler compared to normal black licorice.

"y/n, if i do this there's a chance i won't be able to stop." he confessed, breathing heavily.

you thought about it for a moment, letting your arm drop a bit before dragging it back up again.

"i know you'll be able to stop, but whatever happens would happen with time anyways, right?" you reassured, trying to hide your nervousness from him. "i don't want to stay away from you, jake."

he took a deep breath in before pulling to the corner of the dark road, not a single other car in sight. jake turned to you with a clenched jaw and you watched as he slowly relaxed. his eyes gently shifted from the dark brown to red, veins in his under-eyes going dark as his canines became increasingly sharp. it was quite scary to see the transformation but you remained calm as you watched, nearly fascinated by it all.

"are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked one last time, a tiny glint of humanity still left in his eyes.

"..yes." you answered, voice just above a whisper.

you watched the last flicker in his eyes fade away as he sunk his teeth into your arm. the harsh bite caused you to yelp in pain before you watched him devour your blood as if it was the best meal money could buy. you could practically feel it leaving your body as he fed on you, your arm looking just a bit paler than before. the pain became more intense as time went on and your face began to scrunch uncomfortably at the pressure in your arm. you attempted to pull yourself away, but he was far stronger than you and way too into the moment.

"jake-" you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut.

as soon as he heard your voice he pulled off, pushing your arm away from him and allowing his features to return to normalcy. you stared at your arm in shock first, ultimately feeling the rush of blood pumping back into your veins and turning to jake. his facial expression almost asked you if you were okay to which you nodded, exhaling heavily. time seemed to stand still in that very moment as the both of you stared at one another, your eyes carrying a conversation. though there's only so much eyes can say to each other, one thing was made crystal clear:

everything was about to change.