Lalin's Curse (Felix X Reader)

Flavor| Chapter 4

The first day after the incident (Y/N) anxiously awaited his arrival, still clinging onto hope even as one AM turned to two. But he never showed, so reasonably- she cried. As soon as the clock hit two-thirty, there were so many tears threatening to spill she had to let a few out. Then a few became a sob. Face smushed into the counter she cried and whimpered, shamelessly smearing snot all over her jacket sleeve.

He still didn't show for the rest of her shift. When four AM rolled around and her coworker showed up, she was beyond ready to leave. Cody- (Y/N)'s coworker- didn't question her, but the looks of pity he shot her way as she gathered her stuff said enough. The rain hadn't relented all night so she pulled her jacket tighter against her and readied her car keys. "Have a good day, (Y/N)." But Cody's words were drowned out by the heavy patter of rain as (Y/N) threw open the doors.

She tried to jog but her legs felt like lead. Every step she took, she prepared to collapse. At least the rain hid her tears. By the time she reached her car, she was soaked. Her hair was so wet it looked like she'd stepped out of a shower and she feared the laptop in her backpack had gotten water damage. The reflection in her car window was pitiful, she hardly believed it was her. Her car keys slipped out of her limp hand and hit the pavement with a metallic smack. (Y/N) sniffed and bent to pick them up but they weren't there. A cold laugh escaped her and she crouched to check under her car. Nothing. She giggled again, she was losing it. Maybe she'd put her keys in her bag. She stood up.

There- on the hood of her car- were her missing car keys.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. As much as she hoped she was being delusional- the feeling of eyes on the back of her head was distinct. She struggled to unlock her car, throwing her backpack into the passenger seat and jumping in as soon as she did. Cranking up the heat, she twisted the key in the ignition and peeled out of the parking lot.

Boba watched from the safe distance of his cat tree as (Y/N) burst into her apartment- launching herself onto the couch. "What the fuck?!" She muffled her scream with a pillow. Her cries continued until her voice was hoarse and she ran out of breath.

The way his smirk pulls back his lips, baring his teeth-
His teeth-
His fingers had been cold, ice cold.
His icy skin-
She doesn't fight it, allows him to bring her hand to his face, and press it against his nose.
The way he'd-
'I guess I'm just cold-blooded.'
Cold... blooded...

She feels faint. (Y/N) curls into herself, squeezing the pillow against her for warmth. The early morning sun is beating down through her living room window but her apartment might as well be a meat locker. Maybe it's just her. She presses the heel of her palm against her forehead. She's sweaty- her hands are clammy. A wave of nausea rolls through her. She jumps up from the couch and nearly trips on her way to the bathroom.

Staring into the toilet bowl, she squeezes her eyes as tight as she can. No, no, no, no- He can't be. If he was he- What about the chips? The Slurpee?

'Now I come here because of you'

(Y/N) dry heaves into the toilet and begins to bawl. It hurts more than anything she's ever experienced. The ache in her tummy has worked its way to her chest- squeezing and contracting her heart. Every shallow breath she takes does little for her lungs, she's suffocating.

Vampire.

The word is like a slap to the face. She reels back from the toilet and bangs her head against the wall with a resonating thump. The reasonable feeling would be fear- to be thankful Felix had left things as he did- but that's not what she feels at all. All she feels is remorse.

'Uh... I actually live in Vancouver.'

The only car that had been in the parking lot that night was hers. So he'd...ran? She thinks back to every moment she's spent with him. The way he'd touched her like she was made of glass, his iron grip. He wasn't 'cold-blooded'- he didn't have any blood running through him at all.