Intoxicated (Yandere boys x reader)

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

I stood just outside the property of the dilapidated old mansion on the hill. It was rumored that a clan of vampires lived here, but no one had ever actually seen them.  I looked down at my black, slightly tattered dress that stopped just above my boots with dark grey specks in it. The sleeves stopped at my elbows and had stay threads that hung around my forearm. I had a brown belt wrapped around my waist that had my twin daggers hanging from it. I sighed, not really wanting to do this but I knew once these two got a bad idea in their head there was no talking to them,

"Don't be such a baby. It'll be fun! Besides, there aren't actually any vampires here. That's just a myth meant to scare people off. If there were any, the hunters would've taken care of them."

Jackson said, eyes brimming with excitement as he looked at me. I looked over at Bex to find that he was already hopping over the gate. I looked back at Jackson and, against my better judgment, nodded,

"Alright. Let's do this."

I said as we hopped over the gate. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel some kind of a connection to this place, like I was coming home for the first time in an eternity. We walked up the winding stone pathway and finally reached the door. I felt eyes burning into my back as Jackson tried to open it,

"Damn. It's stuck."

"Lemme try."

Bex offered, moving in front of Jackson and pulling on the door with all his might. After a few minutes, he gave up and walked away in a huff with Jackson in tow,

"Let's try and bust a window."

Bex told Jackson as I approached the door. I took the dirty, golden handle and pushed it slightly, causing the door to open with a loud, cliche creak. The boys must've heard it because in a flash they were next to me,

"How'd you open it?"

Jackson asked in surprise. I laughed slightly as I responded,

"I pushed instead of pulled."

I could almost see Bex and Jacksons' ego deflate when I told them,

"Ah. Well, um, good work."

Bex said, as if this was his plan all along. I scoffed at him as we entered the mansion. Despite the run down exterior, the interior was actually quite beautiful. The floor was clean, there was no dust on the tables, paintings, or chairs. As we went further into the house, the feeling I had of being watched came back tenfold. I felt someone watching me from the shadows, as if they were waiting for the right opportunity to reveal themselves,

"What's in there?"

Jackson asked as he headed into what appeared to be the kitchen,

"Wait up!"

Bex shouted as he ran after the blue haired idiot, leaving me alone in the dining room. I decided to wander around the house a bit and explore. I left the dining room and made my way to the library. I don't know why, I already knew where it was. When I entered I saw a portrait of a young man sitting in a maroon chair. He had beautiful raven hair that fell just above his vibrant violet eyes. His gaze seemed to burn right through me the longer I stared at the painting, almost as if he knew something about me that I had yet to discover,

"Well now, who would you be?"

I heard someone behind me. I turned around only to be met with the same young man wearing a black dress shirt, black jeans, black boots, and a deep maroon cape that flowed behind him. His hair made his face look almost ethereal, but the crimson glow of his gaze told me he wasn't human. He sniffed the air, then sped over to me with inhuman speed,