One-Shots

Forgive me, it's been about 2 years since I've written a one-shot so I'm a bit shaky. That being said, I hope you enjoy!




“Mom! Mom! Wake up, please!” I cry as my small hands try shaking my mother awake.

Her body was cold and her clothes were slashed, blood seeping through her wounds. Blood was pooling onto the kitchen floor. Mom would always make a fuss over cleaning, if she saw her floor in this state she would lose it. Now here she was cold and lifeless on the floor.

“Mom….please….come back…,” I croak out.

“Pleading won’t do child.”

I snap my head up, tearing my gaze away from my mom and to a suited man. His skin was so pale it was almost translucent and his silky black hair was greased back in a professional manner.

“W-who are y-you?” I stuttered.

“Nothing you should concern yourself with, young one. However, I am here to take your mother with me. Her time on this earth has passed,” he coldly replied.

“Wait…what? No, you can’t take her! I need her!”

Ignoring my pleas, he snaps his fingers and disappears into a mist, my mother disappearing as well.
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“Mom!” I sob, jolting out of my restless sleep.

My bright blue eyes were shining against the red agitation of the tears I had cried and my curly red hair was now lanky and greasy, sticking to my face. I glance over to my nightstand where a swirling glass orb sat on a black stand. The orb contained my mother’s ashes, which I had kept with me in an urn at the orphanage I grew up in. The nuns there were nice enough to let me keep her with me, even if the ashes bothered the other kids there. From four to eighteen the nuns raised me when my mother couldn’t. Maybe it was my mother’s absence or something else that shocked the nightmares into existence. Regardless, I am stuck with them.

Four years of therapy and the nightmares still hadn’t disappeared. Each nightmare the cause of my mother’s death changed, as well as who or what caused it. The one thing that was constant was the appearance of something or someone supernatural. A few nights prior she had died by having her youth sucked away.

Ever since I was young I had believed in the supernatural. The supernatural was the only thing that seemed to be a sense of comfort to me, even if the creatures themselves weren’t so comforting. The things these “mythical” creatures can do to terrorize their pray was fascinating. Praying on the targets nightmares, drawing out inner hunger, or even the parasitic tendencies, all of which may have ignited my interest in torture. Not for me to implement of course, but for purely academic and theoretical purposes.

I turn over in bed and see my boyfriend of three years, Jeff, snoring up a storm. He only snored when he was drunk. Unfortunately, he always snored.

Jeff is hard to describe. Not that he is complicated, it’s that he isn’t. He looks average: brown hair, brown eyes, patchy stubble on his jawline. He has an average taste in everything, be it food, clothes, or music. How he came to date me is beyond me. He isn’t fond of anything bizarre. The day I came home with my emperor scorpion tattoo on my right shoulder and my devil murmur on my left forearm, he saw red. I had never seen him so angry. Luckily, he didn’t have as dramatic of a response to my belief in the supernatural. Instead of acknowledging it, he pretends I don’t believe in anything.

Our relationship is pretty crap, if I’m to be honest. But, at least he wants me. At least I’d like to believe he does. Want and love are two completely separate things, but for me, want is close enough…for now.

I sigh and turn over in bed to return to another nightmare plagued slumber. I was seconds away from falling asleep again when I heard a creaking noise. I tense and open my eyes, only to be faced with a man’s face inches from mine. I open my mouth to scream, but his hand clamps over my mouth. His intense blue eyes stare into mine.

“Try and make one sound and I’ll kill your boyfriend quicker than you can blink, understand?” he asks. His voice deep and smooth, but oh so intimidating.

I nod my head, absorbing the man in front of me. His hair is long, black, and shaggy, his skin just as pale as mine, and his plump lips curl up in a smile exposing his fangs.

I blink multiple times, just to make sure I saw correctly. Fangs? Unfortunately, my first assessment was right.

He chuckles at my wide eyes.

“Darling, this might hurt a bit.”

Before I can attempt to protest, he swoops down and latches his lips to my neck and within moments his fangs are puncturing my neck. I hear him moan against my neck as my blood pours into his mouth. It hurts, but within minutes my mind is so cloudy that I can’t even register the pain.

He pulls away, staring at my dazed and fearful expression. He leans down again, and I tense, fearing he wants seconds, but instead he whispers in my ear. I clamp my eyes closed.

“I’ll be back again soon, darling. Make sure your blood tastes just as sweet for me.”

I can feel his fangs and smile against my ear, then suddenly it’s gone. I open my eyes, scanning the room. Only Jeff and I occupy it. The vampire was long gone, however his parting words reverberated in my head. The words should fill me with fear, which they did, but his promise to return made me feel…hot?

“No, no, no, I don’t want this. I’m imagining all of this, Marcia get ahold of yourself.”

I huff and readjust myself back into bed. This time as far away from Jeff as possible.

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I slap the off button my alarm clock as it blares at me. I groan as I glare at the bright red 7:30 displayed on the screen. I roll out of bed, take a quick shower, and get dressed in my faux leather jeans, long-sleeved crop top, and steel-toed boots. I look in the mirror and gape at myself, seeing to bright red puncture marks on my neck. Last night flashed through my head. It was real. He was real. All these years that people had told me that I was crazy for believing in the supernatural, and now I knew I was right. The realization excited and terrified me. This mystery vampire was real, and he was going to come back.

I shake myself out of my thoughts. I didn’t have time for this, and my head was hurting enough as it was due to lack of sleep. I quickly apply some cover up on my neck and head back to the bedroom. I lean over Jeff’s sleeping figure on the bed giving him a swift peck on the cheek, before heading out the door to work.

It’s hardly after noon when I get a text from Jeff, reading “Going out with the guys. Be home late.”

I was agitated. It was only Friday and he had spent every day since Monday partying late at night. Every time he would come home completely drunk and aggressive. I didn’t want to have to deal with that again.

It’s eight by the time I get home from work. I had covered out someone else’s shift and I was beyond tired. But, maybe if I passed out I would miss Jeff’s drunken rage later.

I slipped out of my clothes and into just a pair of black laced underwear and a thin, oversized, black tank top. I curl into my bed and close my eyes, wanting to sleep whole night through.

The loud creaking of my door startles me awake at midnight. It had to be Jeff back from his night out.

“Just keep your eyes closed,” I thought to myself.

I wait to hear his yelling and throwing of things, but nothing comes. Silence isn’t broken until a deep voice calls out in the darkness.”

“Darling, I told you I would be back. Are you not going to greet me?”

My eyes snap open and I hurriedly sit myself up in my bed. There he was, the vampire, standing in front of me. The moonlight shining on his pale, slim physique. His blue eyes were sparkling in amusement and his smirk barely covered his fangs.

“W-who are you?” I choke out.

“My name is Andy. May I ask yours, darling? I’m afraid I’m more acquainted with the taste of you than your name.”

My cheeks flush at the statement.

“Marcia Townsend.”

“Well, Marcia. Were you waiting for me at all?” Andy asked with a smile on his lips.

“No,” I squeaked out.

Andy chuckled lightly and shot me an amused look.

“There’s no use in lying to me, darling. I can sense your heartbeat. Your body is betraying your words.”

“Okay…maybe I was waiting. I can’t believe that you’re real. I mean, I can, but I never expected to see a vampire for myself.”

“That’s the only reason you were waiting for me, Marcia?” he asked, sounding slightly disappointed.

I can only swallow hard as his eyes burn into me. I can practically taste the desire he has for my blood. His tongue swipes over his lips and my breathing hitches. As illogical as it sounds, my body is telling me to surrender to him, to let him have me.

Andy slowly makes his way to the edge of my bed, not breaking eye contact with me. His hand grabs the covers and exposes my body from the blankets. I mentally panic and close my legs together and try to cover my legs as much as possible.

“Tsk tsk, that won’t do, darling,” Andy tuts as his cold hands reach for the inner of my thighs and spread them apart.

My breath catches in my throat as Andy hungrily stares down at me. Part of me knows I could try to stop him, but the more impulsive, daring part of me wanted him to do with me what he wanted. So I didn’t stop him as he dipped his head to the inner of my left thigh and plunged his fangs into my flesh. The pain was prevalent at first, but the feeling of Andy’s tongue lapping up the blood and his fingers drawing patterns in my right thigh distracted me from anything but pleasure.

“A-Andy…,” I moaned.

“You taste even sweeter when you’re willing, darling,” Andy mumbles against my skin.

I was about to respond when I heard the front door slam.

Andy pulled away from me and cocked his eyebrow at the sound.

“Andy, hide!” I hissed at him.

“From what? I can handle myself,” he said, slightly offended.

“Please, just for a little bit, okay?” I plead.

Andy just sighs and nods his head. I direct him to the walk in closet and close the doors on him.

“Marcia! You fucking bitch, where are you?” Jeff yells as he stumbles into the bedroom.

“Honey, I’m right here. What’s wrong?” I ask, trying to calm him down.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?”

“W-what?”

“Y-you dress all sexy like this,” he slurs, gesturing to my pajamas, “but you don’t let me touch you. Girls at the club were so willing, but you, fuck, you’re i-impossible!”

“Jeff! I don’t let you touch me when you’re drunk. If you just drink a little less, then I’d be more than willing, baby.”

“Are you calling me an alcoholic? Huh?”

“N-no!”

“Fucking lying bitch!” he roars.

He grabbed the thing nearest to him to throw. It just so happened to be my mom’s ashes. My mind went blank when it shattered against the wall. I couldn’t even function enough to move to avoid his hand coming down to hit my face. I saw white at the impact. When I opened my eyes, I saw red. Blood was dripping onto the ground as Andy sucked Jeff dry. Jeff’s body fell to the ground with a dull thump. With a snap of Andy’s fingers the body was gone. All that remained were the blood stains and the shattered glass and ashes on the floor.

“Marcia, are you okay?” Andy asks as he nears me on the edge of the bed.

“H-he hit me,” I choked.

“He won’t do it again, darling, he’s gone. I won’t let anyone touch you again,” he soothes.

Tears fall from my eyes and Andy gently kisses them away. When my tears cease, Andy moves his lips to mine, softly caressing my face as he does so. Even though the act is innocent enough, it sets my body on fire. Every part of me that he touches, my lips, cheeks, neck, all get absorbed in a smoldering heat. I pull myself closer to him, wanting my whole body to feel the fire. I pull Andy down on top of me, causing us both to fall completely onto the bed. Andy pries my mouth open with his tongue, and with no challenge, I submit to him.

After we part momentarily for air, his lips migrate to my collarbone, just below where he had bit me the night prior. He gently sunk his fangs into me, only lightly drawing out blood. Andy peeled off my tank top to get better access, leaving me almost completely bare in front of him. The blood from the bite started trailing down my breast, and Andy, not wanting to let one drop of blood go to waste, sucked it up. My fingers curled into his hair while a breathy moan escaped my lips.

Andy quickly parted from me to rid himself of his shirt and pants. I bit my lip as I took the sight in. His torso was slender and milky white, contrasting with the dark hair below his v-line. As my eyes moved lower, I almost choked as I assessed his length. The thought of him entering me made the hunger in me grow.

Andy crawled over me, and in one quick motion, tore my underwear off. He dipped his nose in between my thighs and I threw my head back as he nuzzled me.

“You smell just as good as you taste, darling,” he complimented.

I blushed at the statement. It was so wrong in the sexiest kind of way.

Without warning he plunged his tongue into me and I let out a loud moan. The feeling of his wet muscle inside me, tasting me in a whole different kind of way made my mind spin.

Too soon his tongue retreated, but his lips quickly found their way to mine. I tasted my saltiness on his lips and moaned into the kiss. While are lips collided, I felt Andy adjusting, and without notice, he thrust into me. I let out a cry as I adjusted to the feeling of him inside of me. To distract me from the sudden penetration, Andy mouthed at my neck, but without biting this time.

“M-move,” I gasp, as I finally grow accustomed to his size.

At the word, Andy starts his merciless pace. His thrusts are deep and hard, making my legs weak. My fingers grip at his back as he pounds into a g-spot. I let out a high-pitched moan. Andy takes the hint and continues to pound into the same spot. My nails leave red marks down his milky back as I try to hold on for just a bit longer. The heat in my stomach is growing and my climax is nearing.

“A-Andy…p-please…I-I’m,” I stutter.

Without another word Andy thrusts even harder, his pace turning sloppy as he abuses my g-spot. Within moments I see white as I reach my climax and feel Andy’s cum fill me.

He pulls out and I just stare at the ceiling, trying to absorb what I just did and who I did it with.

As if reading my thoughts, Andy says, “Don’t think darling, just sleep.”

He pecks my lips, and too tired to respond, I just nod my head. I close my eyes to rest, hoping that when I wake up this wouldn’t all just be a dream.

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