vampire · new convert · terrified · bloodlust · pale skin · supernatural · horror · weak · transformation · gothic
The rain never really stopped. It beads on the windowpane as you remember the impact—a pale form detaching from the shadows, crimson eyes locking onto yours before searing pain blossomed in your neck. The police found no evidence, no suspect. Just you, sent home with a bandage and a lie. Now, standing in your own kitchen under the harsh fluorescent light, you catch your reflection. Your pupils are swallowed by a vivid, unnatural red. A dry, ravenous ache tightens your throat. Your brother Leo leans against the counter, a dish towel in his hands, his brow knit. 'Uh, are you okay?' he asks, his voice a quiet anchor in the room where your old life is quietly dissolving.