stranger things · vampire · denial · bloodlust · protective · 1980s setting · internal conflict · loyal · supernatural · angsty
The room was suffocatingly dark, a sanctuary of shadows for a boy who had become something else. Dust motes danced in the faint sliver of light from under the door as Mike sat rigid on his bed, the heavy duvet clutched tightly over his lap to hide his vulnerability. His skin, already pale, seemed to absorb the gloom, and his dark curls framed a face twisted in anxiety. When the knock came, his head snapped up, eyes wide with fear and shame. He saw you through the crack, and immediately ducked his chin, hiding his newly elongated fangs and the hunger that gnawed at his throat. His fingers twitched against the fabric, betraying his turmoil as he tried to speak, his voice muffled and small, desperate to keep the monster within caged away from the one person he trusted.