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maniacal // k. bakugou; vampire

gender in this imagine will be female. if you wish for me to create this with male or genderneutral pronouns please feel free to send a message my way! i would be happy to help!

...

after gaining your independence, your first idea was to move away from the big city your family lived, preferring a smaller, more rural area to reside. but, what you hadn’t expected were the strange whispers of after dark. you didn’t really know what to make of it. you were used to big city life, where businesses stayed open late and buses still ran well into the evening. and compared to your new residence, you actually missed it.

no one ever left their homes after the sun went down; it may as well have been a law. rumours held stories of ravenous and savage beasts that would hunt down anyone they found, of insatiable and uncontrollable fiends that would rip someone to pieces under the cover of darkness. at least, that was what you’d been told.

the makeshift law hadn’t stopped you, though.

the full moon was high in the sky, illuminating the streets as you took your time getting back to your apartment. there was a bitter chill to the air with the fall weather coming in, and you wished you’d brought along a spare coat; though, the sweater you wore did provide some warmth, so you couldn’t complain too much.

you bopped your head to the music coming from your headphones. you weren’t really paying attention to your surroundings--after all, no one left their house at night, there wasn’t anyone to bump into or a car to fear getting hit by. it was peaceful, in your mind, as though time didn’t exist, and you were just wandering around a ghost town with no place to be or people to see. after dark, the town was yours.

but, despite the peacefulness you felt, there was an eerie chill in the air, as though eyes were following your every move.

perhaps it was the rumours from the locals of things lurking around at night that could kill you in the blink of an eye. after all, everyone did think you were crazy for going out at night, and they constantly scolded you for stepping foot outside after dark.

you cast a glance over your shoulder, seeing nothing but the empty sidewalk, and grumbled to yourself. damn the locals for making you paranoid. you looked forward once again but stopped abruptly upon seeing a figure in front of you.

“what’s a cute little snack like you doing wandering around this late?” their voice was smooth as velvet, and you looked up at their face. inhuman, golden eyes peered down at you, her lips quirked into a smirk, and an eyebrow cocked.

“i’m just on my way home, enjoying the breeze,” you replied, taking out an earbud.

she tilted her head to the side. “you’re human?”

“and you’re not?” you snorted. “look, if you’re just trying to scare the foreigner, good luck, sugar. i’ve heard the stories, but i think they’re a pile of bullshit.”

“oh?” she grinned. “you’re pretty brave, huh? what’s your name?”

“what’s it to you?” you glared.

“just curious.” she shrugged.

you eyed the girl for a moment. she didn’t look like much of a threat, dressed in a high school uniform and all. “it’s (name).”

“(name)-chan,” she hummed. “i love it! and hey, you’re pretty cute, too. i wonder....”

an odd feeling ran through your body; unease and sudden anxiety making you take an unconscious step back. “wonder what?” you asked, voice wavering.

she looked at you with a unsettling gleam in her eyes, lips twisted into a grin. “how you’d look covered in blood.”

“wh-what?” you asked with an unsure laugh. “you’re still trying to scare me?”

in an instant, the blonde stood nose to nose with you, and you could smell some weird combination of something floral and... metallic? she took a deep whiff, eyes fluttering closed as she sighed. “you don’t have to play tough, i can smell the fear on you, and it smells so good.”

she shoved you against the wall, and you felt your heart drop in your chest. was this really happening? were the locals actually telling the truth? it wasn’t just some stupid rumour?

before you could move, you felt sharp fangs pierce your neck, and you let out a howl of pain, her nails creating crescent shaped wounds into your shoulder. it was such an odd and unpleasant feeling, being able to feel the blood leave your body. your fingertips and toes began to feel tingly when she let go.

“awh, you look even cuter now!” she grinned with a reddened smile.

you struggled to stand through the haze, attempting to brace yourself amongst the wall. your palms scraped against the rough brick, and you could feel your shirt become wet and clingy to your shoulder, spreading downward with each drop of blood that gushed out.

the girl licked her lips. “maybe i should keep you, you taste absolutely delicious.”

“like hell you fucking will,” a new voice growled.

you squinted, trying to make out a second figure, but everything was growing blurry. you could see vague shapes and indistinguishable sounds of grunts and growls, as though you were thrust underwater. it felt like you were almost drowning, even it was getting harder and harder to breath, harder and harder to stay on your feet, harder and harder to keep focus.

but then everything fell silent, only the sounds of heavy breathing echoing through the breeze.

“hos-hospital,” you mumbled. “i... i need to-to go... to the-the hospital....”

something warm touched your cheek, and your eyes fluttered open for a moment, locking with ruby red irises. “ain’t no hospital around that’s fucking open. where do you live?”

“hospital...,” you repeated, eyes closing once again. “need... need to....”

“oi, don’t you dare fucking pass out on me,” the voice said.

but you felt your conscious slipping away, and everything fell into darkness.

...

“has there been any change with the human?” someone asked. “i mean, it’s been a couple days.”

a grunt. “not yet.”

“should we really be keeping her here?” the former voice again. “i mean, it was you who made the rule not to--”

“i know what the fuck i said, shitty hair, but i couldn’t just leave her to fucking bleed out on the street, could i?”

there was silence for a moment. “no, i suppose not. has her wound healed up?”

“not completely,” they replied. “but--”

the two froze upon hearing a small groan from your lips. your form moved on the bed, and both took a hesitant step forward.

“is she waking up?”

“looks like it.”

“i think she’s waking up.”

“yeah.”

“she’s wak--”

“i fucking got it, shitty hair! now get the hell out!”

“right!”

your head was pounding as you came to, body feeling heavy and sore as though you hadn’t moved in years. you blinked, eyes hazy as they adjusted to the dim lighting of the room. you struggled to sit up, a sharp throb coming from the junction of your neck and shoulder causing you to hiss in pain and clench your jaw.

“lay back down.” a voice ordered.

you jumped out the sound, twisting sharply to meet a ruby red gaze. instantly, you regretted the movement, “fuck.” you caught your breath for a moment, taking a glance at the person beside you. he was pretty attractive, you couldn’t lie, with wild blond hair, broad shoulders, and a sharp jaw. but what threw you off was the color of his eyes. inhuman and abnormal. “who are you? where am i? what happened to me? why am i here?”

“don’t ask so many fucking questions, and fucking listen to me, dipshit. you’ll reopen that stupid bite.” he growled. “now, lay back down, or my damn hard work will be all for shit.”

“kiss your mother with that mouth?” you grumbled as you laid back down. “now, answer my questions.”

he quirked a brow, eyes narrowing. “you’re safe in my apartment. you were attacked by a vampire, and i fucking saved your ass so you better be damn grateful.”

“what the fuck do you mean a vampire?! a vampire fucking bit me? what planet are you from?”

and within the blink of an eye, the man was right in front of you, teeth bared and eyes wild. “i mean a goddamn, shit sucking vampire, dipshit. that blonde bitch was fucking hunting in my damn territory, and i don’t fucking go for that shit, got it?! she would have made you a shitty blood slave, or she would have killed you if i didn’t get there in time!”

your eyes were wide with fear, mouth agape as you struggled to form words. your hands clenched the sheets beneath them, and you could feel your heart beat rapidly with fear. images, flashes, passing through your mind, memories of a blonde high school girl attacking you. a small whimper escaped your lips, and you subconsciously moved away.

“i wanna go home,” you whimpered. “take me home.”

but the blond didn’t respond. he only backed away and left the room, leaving you with teary eyes and a fearful heart.

...

you couldn’t fall asleep easily after waking up the first time. it was as though every time you closed your eyes, you would see her. you would see himiko toga hunting you down. no matter how much you wanted to sleep, you couldn’t as the memories passed by. your neck ached with each moment you spent awake, but you couldn’t afford to succumb to nightmares.

it wasn’t for another few hours that your door opened again. but this time, it wasn’t a blond. it was a redhead.

“o-oh, you’re... you’re awake?”

you only stared at him.

“sorry, i was just going to leave some food for you,” he replied, setting down a tray of soup and a bottle of water. “i’ll let you eat in peace--”

“wait,” you called, and he paused in his tracks. “please, don’t leave me alone.”

his brows raised. “uh, ye-yeah. sure.” he sat down awkwardly on the side of the bed, eyes cast off to the wall in front of him.

“what’s your name?” you asked.

“me? i’m kirishima, kirishima eijirou,” he said. “you?”

“(name),” you replied.

“you’re not from here, are you?”

“nuh uh. i moved about a month back,” you said, poking around at the soup.

“it’s not much, but bakugou says there’s a lot of nutrients in there humans need,” kirishima said, seeing you stare at the soup in disinterest.

you looked over at him. “bakugou?”

“the angry blond guy,” he laughed. “he’s really rough around the edges, but he doesn’t hurt humans. none of us do in this territory.”

“so you’re a... vampire?” you asked.

“not exactly,” he replied. “more of a dhampir. half human, half vampire. basically, i get all the cool stuff without needing blood.”

“oh,” you murmured. “bakugou, he... he’s not gonna...?”

kirishima gave you a small smile. “he won’t hurt you. like i said, we don’t hunt humans in this territory. it’s inhumane, especially with blood packs and even donors around, but outside the territory, other vampires still prefer the old ways.”

“right,” you replied. you blinked tiredly, trying a spoonful of the soup.

“bakugou said you’ll need to eat all of it, that way you get better quicker. eat and then rest,” the redhead said. “but... well, you should have been sleeping when i came in. it’s nighttime, after all.”

you dropped your spoon back in the bowl, the soup tasting sour in your mouth. “i... i can’t.”

his brows furrowed. “can’t what?”

“i can’t sleep,” you mumbled.

“oh? why not?”

“nightmares.”

“oh.”

“i-i can’t close my eyes without... without seeing her there,” you said, tears threatening to fall. “i thought it was fake. i thought it was some stupid prank that everyone was so stupid they fell for it.” you laughed, a hollow sound bouncing off the walls.

you jumped as you felt a hand touch your shoulder. “i’m sorry, (name). if you want, i can get you some sleeping pills. it might help a little bit.”

“really?” you asked, looking over at kirishima.

“of course,” he smiled. “but, you have to eat your soup first.”

“okay,” you replied, the faintest of smiles tugging at your lips.

...

twenty minutes after kirishima had left the room, there was a slight knock at the door before it creaked open. “you better be fucking decent.” the blond, bakugou, walked into the room holding a glass of water and a bottle of pills.

“wh-where’s kirishima?” you asked, a bit fearful to be in the same room as bakugou.

“he’s on an errand,” he responded plainly.

you looked down at your hands. “oh.”

the blond rolled his eyes and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “here. take two. shitty hair says you’ve been having nightmares.”

“thanks,” you muttered, taking the medication from his hand. “what is it?”

“a fucking ancient vampire sleeping draught,” he said.

your eyes widened. “re-really?”

“no, dumbass. vampires don’t even fucking sleep,” the blond scoffed. “now take the stupid pills and drink the damn water so i can leave.”

you scowled. “fine. but...,” your face softened, cheeks turning a light pink. “but, please don’t leave.”

his brow raised, “hah?”

“don’t go,” you mumbled.

bakugou hesitated for a moment. he could smell the fear on you, so why were you even asking him to stay? as if it would change anything?

“please.”

“fine.”

you smiled at the blond and then swallowed the pills, following after with the glass of water he’d given you. “how long until they kick in?”

“maybe five minutes?” he guessed.

“oh.”

silence passed between the two of you for a few minutes, and you could feel the pills slowly start to work as your mind grew hazy. bakugou stayed seated on the edge of the bed, occasionally shifting his gaze your way to check if you were still awake. something about being alone with bakugou was much different than being alone with the blond.

you looked over at him. “why don’t you hunt humans?”

he glanced at you. “what kind of a damn question is that? it’s fucking barbaric and stupid. that good enough of an answer for you?”

you hummed. “i-i think. so, you’re not going to kill me?”

“are you stupid or something?”

“why’re you so mean?” you whined, body feeling heavy as you leaned his way. “i... i’m not... stupid.”

“oi. oi. oi!” the blond froze as you passed out on his shoulder, not sure if he should move you or not. he growled low under his breath in annoyance. “god dammit.”

slowly, he shifted to lay you down, but you’d latched onto his arm, pulling him down with you as you curled up against him. his cheeks blossomed into a cherry red, heart skipping a subtle beat. now what the fuck was he supposed to do? lay there without moving until you wake up?

a cool blast of air from the fan sent a whiff of your scent his way, and he flinched. your wound was still healing, the smell of your blood still prominent through the bandages.

would he even survive the night?

...

to be continued if requested

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