Patrick stump imagines •COMPLETED•

A little less sixteen candles a little more touch me (end)

As the world repeated it self you woke up in a bed. A set of arms firmly wrapped around you, spooning you. Those arms belong to the one and only Patrick. You felt like that one chick from sonic 2006 constantly getting kidnapped but with you, passing out was it. Your neck felt just bad in general. Not a bullet, not a knife, not a punch. Worse. You gridded your teeth but something was different. Sharp, sharper than before. Your eyes widened in fear. Then suddenly Patrick started to groan and wake up. Your body went still. "You alright?" His voice was raspy in the morning and mixed with his vampire side your ovaries were on the brink of explosion.

But you remembered what he did. You devoted your life to kill out the vampire race but now it's all into waste. You were speechless. You didn't answer. Patrick sighed in annoyance and got up. The floor creaked from each of his steps. He went out of the room. His temper grew. Of course he was different but this just isn't right.

You sat up from your bed and folded your hands. You love him but he raped you, turned you into a vampire and suffocated you. Tears spilled from your eyes. Your life was turning into a direction that you didn't want it to. Tears spilled from your eyes. You didn't want to live this life. You whipped your eyes as much as you can and hopped out of bed.

You were in the same clothes that you passed out in but just a Harry Potter robe over it. You walk out of the room. Your body, terribly sore. Stiff and didn't want to move. You walk down a long hall. This was Patrick's house but it looks run down. Probably from vampire hunters failing at their jobs. Bullet marks through the walls.

One thing that stands out to you... a picture of you two on a little table in the hall protected by a thick plastic case. It was fine, no scratches, no bullet marks. You see a post-it that has a message in pen

"I might die but it's for you baby. I love you Y/N forever and always."

The post-it read. You smiled, he does love you but you had to remember the bad. What he did. "Hey! What the hell do you think your doing!" Patrick yelled it made you flinch. Fear washed over you. You whipped around. Patrick snarled and ran towards you. Then a memory that you dug back in your mind, your father.

  He was an alcoholic and a smoker. One thing wrong, bam whipped. The last time you saw him before he killed himself, he ran at you with a sharp kitchen knife. That's what made you a fighter, a longing to survive.

He stopped quickly knowing the memories that flooded back in your eyes. His face was disappointed, sad and guilty. His eyes went back to normal. He dropped on his knees and dug his face into his hands saying "I'm so sorry." Over and over again. You rushed over to his side and held him tightly. He hugged you back tightly and sobbed in your neck.

"I'm so sorry.. I ruined *hic* your life." He said. You used all your strength and picked him up by his legs. He wrapped his arms around your neck as you walked back to the room. You placed him down on the soft bed. He was still crying. He sat down at the edge while you were kneeling down massaging his thighs. He's still a vampire but he has his mind.

"I know you hate me. I raped you, abused and turned you. I'm so so so sorry."
He sobbed. You stood up a bit and locked lips with the little man. His eyes went to the size of the moon then closed getting used to it. He put his hand on your cheek and kissed you back lovingly.

You separated. "Baby, I forgive you. I know your were in a different world. But I may need new clothes." You giggled. He laughed.

"I love you."

"I love you to Patrick."