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Title: Nothing Like Pop Culture
Characters: Gabriel x female!vampire!Reader
Word Count: ~1.6k
Warnings: some language maybe
Summary: You find being a vampire is nothing like pop culture makes it out to be. However you also can’t tell whether that’s a good thing or a bad, you just roll with your new lifestyle.
Request: Gabrielxvampire!reader: the reader is a young vampire, and tries to have a normal life in college, but she's annoying with Loki. First, he despises her and now they have a weird relationship. Sometimes Loki flirts with her and sometimes he thinks he's better than her
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Being a vampire was nothing like pop culture made it out to be. There was no silly sparkling when you walked out in the sun and the last time you had seen Transylvania was like uh never. You grew up in America, went to college, were walking down the wrong alley at the wrong time and now you had a thirst for red liquids. Simple as that. The greatest upside you figured was that you’d look forever 21, the greatest downside that your days of enjoying a nice piece of chocolate cake were over. All in all being a vampire didn’t change who you were by much.
Apart from how your new favourite meal was hard to get by and being hungry made you moody. The whole you’re mean when you’re hungry deal was totally real. And it sucked. Never before had you gotten written up for insubordinates in class as much as now. Which in turn led to countless hours of helping out around the school ‘so you put that extra energy to good use, young lady’, supervised by the college janitor who had a terrible sense of humour and you generally hated the sass he threw at you when you were assigned to help out yet again.
“Look who it is again” He actually didn’t even look, the ass was just sitting around in his stupid little cellar office scribbling something on a piece of paper "My favourite worker bee. Glad you’re not too busy terrorizing the teachers to stop by.”
“Can’t disappoint a guy, can I now” You quipped right back, leaning against the door frame crossing your arms in front of your chest. True you kind of hated the ass and his attitude, but then again you couldn’t blame him for the way he behaved. He always got the best of your food related mood swings.
“Because my whole world resolves around putting up with your shitty attitude” He sighed, throwing you a pointed glare before rolling his eyes “Anyway fun times ahead the gym needs sweeping. Hall, corridors and changing rooms. The cleaning lady says thanks for the day off by the way.”
“Really?” You stared at him “Now you’re letting paid personal off just to give me a stupid cleaning assignment?”
“Shouldn’t have gotten in trouble again” He shrugged but his eyes stayed on you more intently. He was reading you like he sometimes did. At first it had made you uncomfortable, but by now you just rolled with it. You never knew what he was searching for, but if the way his eyebrows always drew together curiously were any indication he hadn’t found it yet. You liked the idea that you were a mystery to him, same as he was a mystery to you too.
At some point since you got bitten and changed last summer you’ve had the urge to eat about anyone around you. You dropped out of most clubs and distanced yourself a little from friends, because you didn’t trust yourself. Pop culture made vampires out to be unstoppable killing machines. And yes it was hard, but the idea of having someone’s blood on your hands made you sick to the stomach. So instead of eating the next best poor guy you found you decided to try this differently. By now you regarded it as a 365 days period of fasting, but instead of staying away from sweets, alcohol and what not, you swore off drinking from a human.
The urge was there, but you were fasting and that was that. You always had to giggle when you compared it to staying away from chocolate and ice cream while on your period. A girl had some will power after all and staying strong was better than hurting or turning someone else. You got by and really robbing a blood bank was sorta thrilling in a way you hadn’t known it could be.
“One of these days they’ll kick your pretty ass out of school rather than pestering me with putting up with you”
“Well today’s not your lucky day then” You rolled your eyes once again entering the cellar office “Got a job for my pretty ass?”
“Psych evaluation and anti-aggression training?” He suggested, scribbling something on a small note before handing it to you. His eyes felt heavy on you as your eyes landed on the note and scanned it, they widened as you felt the words sink in. Call in sick. Hunters in town. You looked at him in absolute bewilderment. Did he know?
“You look pale” His voice was not annoyed as usual, it was rather emotionless and the heaviness in his watchful eyes made you swallow. Something was up and it wasn’t good. Returning the watchful looks you backed away a step, ready to run. “Go home, lay low and don’t even think about showing up on campus for at least two or three days.”
This time you understood loud and clear. The janitor, your personal sworn enemy, was warning you. Something was up – probably related to some of the strange things happening around here and the recent death of the professor – and shit was about to happen. You didn’t question how he knew or why he hadn’t said anything before, you just nodded.
“I guess I really haven’t felt like myself”
“Go home, (y/n), and stay there”
The night of the bite had been one of the worst in your life. Pain, the insatiable thirst and the realisation that something unnatural was happening to you haunted you as you hid in your dorm room. Hours passed with crying, raging, trying to get your head straight and starting this cycle of emotional hell over and over again. It could have easily been days, but the ringing of some stupid study group alarm had pulled you back from the terror of your mind into reality. Who would have thought maths could be the one thing to keep you sane after such an insane night?
Anyway as the alarm alerted you of the upcoming meeting and the arrival of daytime you opened your curtains and looked out at the world. The world looked much the same as it had yesterday. You knew you should be scared, but you suddenly weren’t. The world hadn’t changed since yesterday, it was just you. And if the whole world could move on without a blink maybe so could you.
You never saw the vampire again who had turned you. All you saw was a police report on TV about a man found in the alley it happened, his head found behind a dumpster while the rest of the body was inside. The idea made you feel sick in a strange way. You had no idea who he had been, but something inside you knew he was the one responsible for all that had happened to you. Good riddance, you tried to tell yourself, but couldn’t bring yourself to. He had been what you were now and whatever had literally cost him his head could come for yours too. He might have been a bad vampire or just hungry, you would never know, but you knew you wouldn’t heedlessly end in a dumpster.
"Had some fun without me?" You asked a week after your janitor friend had sent you home. You had spent the week catching up on some term papers and generally wondering about your strange last encounter. You had also realised to your own surprise that despite the enormous amount of time you spent with the guy you had no idea what his name was, or anything else about him. It bugged you to say the least. The man apparently not only knew your secret, he had also warned you and possibly protected you and you didn't even know his name.
"Fake died and have to be on my best behaviour for a while" He mumbled "If you ever meet someone called Winchester, just turn around and leave."
"Ahm… okay?"
He smiled at your obvious confusion. His tired shoulders up righted a little and with a snap of his fingers two cups appeared on his desk. He nodded towards the seat opposing him, and you followed the invitation still bewildered by this new development.
"I can't tell some college baby vampire much, but with your attitude friends must not come by easy" He nodded to towards the steaming hot cup in front of you which had a very unique smell that was a mix of blood and chocolate. Intrigued you grabbed it and took a small sip. It taste just the way it smelled, blood and sweet chocolate. Thankful and fascinated you looked back up at your possible new ally.
"Did you just insult me and ask to be friends in a single sentence?"
"It's called multitasking and I rule at it" He smirked and you found yourself smiling too. "So friends?"
"I already hang out with you most time outside class anyway" You shrugged "Plus this is bloody good chocolate"
"Hey so you can actually be the good kind of funny if you're not trying to be a bitch"
"Chocolate makes people happy" You shrugged and took another large sip. Damn this was really good.
"Ever tried an actual bloody Mary?"
"Trying to get me drunk?"
"More like bribing you to be tolerable"
You playfully rolled your eyes at that. True, he was a real handful but then again, so were you. And even though you hadn't expected any of this it turned out not half bad. Being a vampire was nothing you would have asked for. Your new life was certainly no weird romantic vampire novel, but who said that is was a bad thing that pop culture had it all wrong?