1984, 2019 ⋆. 𝜗𝜚 ˚⋆
Vampire!Alex Turner x Reader
Status: Unfinished
Authors Notes:
lowkey wanna finish this but I have no plot ideas
Warnings: blood
Sheffield High. As the new girl, it became top priority on every boy’s list to attempt to flirt with you, become friends or invite you to a shitty house party. Luckily that hell only lasted about a week before they all went back to normal. The relief settled in as you sat with your new friend group, you assumed the popular girls. Maria handed you a polaroid just before class was back in session, a momento. Maria, Katy, Talia and you all sitting on the grass in the sun on the field.
You quickly run back to class, seeing as the bell has already rung and most people are back inside the old building. Your school shoes clang across the ground as you run on the shiny floors back to English class. You make it just in time, slotting into your seat moments before the bell rings.
This is the only class where one of your friends isn't with you, and so the teacher’s voice fades deep into the back of your mind, you have no idea what is even going on. You’d lose your train of thought when you look over to the boy sitting near the front. He’s awfully pale and skinny. He looks just as distracted as you, stuck in his own thoughts and pushing aside the lesson for whatever’s on his mind.
He fiddles with his pens and has a few snapped pencils on his desk. You try to recall when he snapped them, but you just come to the conclusion you were too busy thinking about everyone else to notice.
You make a mental note to find out who he is. You’d never seen him before, black leather and jeans, dark hair and the side profile of his face sharp. No soft edges. He seems to have a small, tall, scrawny frame. His gaze drops from the window as the teacher snaps at him.
“Alex! Pay attention!” The teacher speaks loudly, snapping him out of his thoughts and making him pay attention to the board. So his name is Alex. Well, from what else you can gather about Alex, he is angry. He seems to clench his fists on the desk, he is tense, something is bothering him. He has nothing on his table except for his pencil bag and empty book.
You hear the bell ring as he is about to snap another pencil. You sigh, being grateful that the monotone voice of your English teacher is finally out of your ears. You thought they’d ring forever if he continued.
Once that dreadful period is over, you go to your locker, putting your book in the small space allocated for your books and pencil bag. You look over to your right, seeing Alex go up to locker 505, throwing his book in there and slamming the door loudly. You watch as his eyes dart to the silence in the hallways and shocked expressions of the other students. He frustratingly grunts and walks off.
You can almost suffocate in the atmosphere that just descended in the hallway, the tension thick and the air starting to become a scarce resource as everyone stands in silence. You quickly grab your Maths books and close your locker quietly. When you look again, Alex has snagged one of the football guys by the shirt, this little scrawny boy then throws the football guy to the floor.
The guy’s girlfriend squeaks, running up to him. Is that Talia? “Are you okay?!” Her heels click against the ground as she throws her Coach purse to the floor and tucks the platinum blonde, blown out hair behind her ears. Alex walks off. This guy must’ve weighed at least 20 kilograms more than Alex, how did he just do that?
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“Alex is weird. Nobody likes him.” Maria speaks tauntingly, she opens the Lunchable from her bag. “Yeah, there’s a rumor that Alex has some sort of mental problem and has already been in an Asylum.” Katy gossips, and as the others nod you feel the need to find out more.
“Why is he never here though? Yesterday was the only time I saw him.” You comment, looking intently at the rest of them. “I think he gets suspended.” The other girls agree with Maria, nodding. You wonder what someone could have that could make them so small yet stronger than a guy on the football team.
“He literally beat up James yesterday!” Talia squeaks. “He even had to get stitches in the hospital!” She shakes her head, burying it in her hands.
Alex seemed a bit troubled, as you know. But asylum? Typical rumors. Yes - he was uncharacteristically pale and scrawny, but you can’t help the feeling boiling in your throat that you’d seen him before. Your first thought was the pub you always went to when the Footie was on, but you weren’t sure. Then, the next scene was the mall. You could make out a few figures around him, someone who could’ve been his mother, but the scene in your head was blurry and you weren’t sure. Lastly, on the school field, sitting around with a couple of ripped papers under a shady tree. It feels blurry, almost like you saw it out of the corner of your eye.
You’re obviously putting pieces of the puzzle together that don’t fit, as all of these seem made-up and unsure. You shake your head, coming back to the present.
You prod through the day and by the time it’s over the summer sun still shines brightly outside and Maria is leaving. Your mother would only be able to fetch you an hour later, so you decide to head back into the empty school halls.
You roam for about 10 minutes before you hear some soft squealing and a grunt. You feel compelled to follow that sound, walking down the empty hallway. It only gets louder as you walk, you’re not sure if they’re sounds of pleasure or discomfort, it seems like both.
Once you reach a door, it looks like a supply closet, you can make out through the hazy window shadows moving. Then, the shadows pin each other up the door, the window being covered by someone’s back. You watch in horror and stand silently, watching intently. When they get back to the floor with a thud, you decide to take it upon you to see what was inside.
“It could be anything.” You tell yourself.
When you walk in, it’s Alex and that guy he was beating up from yesterday. Blood is gushing from that guy’s neck, dripping onto the floor. Alex looks deep inside pleasure, eyes hazy and his lips covered in blood, it seeps onto his clothes and his hands are covered in the ruby liquid. His eyes lock with yours, primal and hungry.
There’s a darkness lurking in the room, almost like a weight dropping onto your shoulders. You take a breath, trying to breathe in some air and you breathe in the metallic blood smell. Alex grunts and gnaws at the skin, causing the boy beneath to squeak out in pain.
As Alex gnaws at him like he is his last meal on death row as you watch as the flames of his soul burn, there’s a deep desire burning in his eyes, half lidded and covered by long eyelashes. His hair falls onto his face, and he’s looking at you like you could be his next treat.
There’s no denying the fact that he’s also rutting into the guy’s left leg, completely entranced in the pleasure that seeps from every nerve in his body - but more so the ones inside of his groin, which seem to be overflowing like a waterfall with the most delicious sensations.
You close the door quickly, taking a step back and trying to breathe after what happened.
Alex is a vampire.
