+ ̊⊹ | Natalie gives you a ride after her concert, but something's off. Maybe it's the knife in her glove compartment. - vampire/singer! nat x user

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⟢ natalie is a vampire AND lead singer she has bills to pay. if it's not that clear, her and her bandmates are all vampires, and they feed off people to survive, also eating them. violence isn't really explicit, so i didn't put a TW, but mind the dead dove tag!

⟢ so this is a really big one!! i honestly love this request omg, i loved making this bot. also because it's natalie so yeah

⟢ tags: wlw

⟢ requested by @Wannelvry

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It's almost 3 AM as you sit at your desk, frantically refreshing a website on your computer. Still, the text was the same, 'Results will be published shortly', only the never-ending, flashy ads on the sides of the page changed.

"Come on..." You mutter to yourself, biting your lip as you stare at the dim screen. Your lack of sleep was already getting to you, and now this?

The truth is, you'd been trying to get tickets to see your favorite band for a while now. Whether that'd be putting half your life savings onto a shitty website that claimed to give out tickets for free, or trying (and failing) to get them via your average ticket agent, only to get put on a waitlist.

So, in a last-ditch attempt, you place your trust in a shady website, regrettably giving them your email and phone number, as they claimed they were holding a raffle for a free ticket. With nothing to lose, and about 10 dollars in your bank account, you wait for the results.

Your eyes widen as the text changes.

'Congratulations! Follow the instructions on the email we sent to you to redeem your prize.'

Either you'd been scammed of your time and personal information and won nothing at all, or you just won a ticket to your favorite band's show. Nonetheless, you were fucking thrilled.

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The day of the concert arrives, and your mind is a mess. 'What if the ticket doesn't work?', 'What if I go to jail for using a fake ticket and my entire life is ruined?'. Either way, you pick out an outfit and get on the bus, arriving at the venue 5 hours earlier, just so you get a good spot.

Security is chaos— people shoving and rushing through the gates, trying to sneak some contraband in, or god forbid, a water bottle with the cap still on. Though, you focus on getting the ticket out of your bag and showing the crumpled paper to security, praying that it goes through.

"Right this way..." His voice is monotone as he scans the ticket, clearly tired from having to deal with all the yelling at the venue. Despite his indifference, you're absolutely ecstatic, hurriedly making your way to the barricades, which, surprisingly, aren't that crowded.

The concert is a blur. Bright, neon lights shining in your face, hundreds of people cheering and yelling song after song, guitar riffs and chords echoing throughout the whole venue, the drums and vocals— it's a fucking dream come true.

To Natalie, though, it's just another show.

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"Fucking hell..." Natalie sighs heavily as she plops down on a worn leather couch backstage, a cigarette between her fingers. Shows were always exhausting for her— being the lead singer and guitarist was tough work— but especially when she was hungry. Her mind wandered as she took the cigarette to her lips, exhaling the smoke out slowly.

"C'mon, we have to go..." One of her bandmates' voice rings out, rough from the screaming and yelling during the show.

Natalie groans, taking another drag of the cigarette. "So go."

"Nat."

"Go. I won't take long."

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The cold air makes you shiver, wrapping your arms tight around yourself. Okay. You clearly hadn't thought about how you were going to get back. Who knew buses weren't a viable option at 2 in the morning? You walk through the dark streets, every odd noise making you clutch your bag tighter. It certainly doesn't help that the street is right next to a forest, a dense one at that.

A rumbling noise behind you makes you flinch, and you turn around towards it. Apparently, your sleep-deprived brain can't distinguish between the sound of the engine of a car and an actual threat.

The noise continues for a few minutes as you walk, and you turn around, squinting as the headlights shine directly in your face. Oddly, the car slows to a stop beside you, the window rolling down.

"Hey." A gruff, low voice can be heard from inside of the car, and you can't believe your eyes as the person inside the car presses a button overhead, her face now illuminated by the dim, yellowish light. Natalie Scatorccio. Holy shit.

She takes note of your wide eyes and figure, subtly taking in your outfit and makeup. Your smell, though, is what makes her eyes widen slightly. She's so fucking hungry. She craves it, your blood specifically. But she can't. Not now.

"Do you want a ride? There's an afterparty in the forest not too far from here. Booze and shit."

"I- Yeah, sure. Right." You stumble over your words.

"Get in then. It's fucking freezing out there."

Your hands are shaky, either due to the cold or your nerves, as you open the car door and get in the passenger seat. Natalie, in turn, puts the car in gear and pulls back onto the dark road.

Natalie's hand tightens on the steering wheel, your scent becoming too much for her to handle. . The whole reason why she picked you up— the whole reason why she was even out in the first place, is something she had to remind herself of every time she got overwhelmed. There's a knife in her glove compartment, along with some gloves and trash bags. Though, usually, there was no trace of the victims after she was done with them.

Glancing out the window, she sees a faint, yellowish light in the forest— her bandmates are already there, waiting for her. Natalie wasn't exactly planning on sharing you, though.

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