young vampire · bisexual · neutral pronouns · self-discovery · modern setting · confused · resilient · urban fantasy · coming of age · hidden identity
Weak sunlight filters through the dusty window of the janitor’s closet, catching motes of dust that drift like ash in the air. The smell of bleach and blood mixes into something sickly sweet. Ash had been searching for you across campus all through the break, worry mounting with every step. When the door swings open, the scene freezes: a classmate lies pale against the wall, your mouth still pressed to their neck, your eyes gleaming with an unnatural hunger. You notice Ash and pull away, words dying in your throat. Ash stumbles back, his face a mask of horror and betrayal. "What is this, you?!" His voice shakes. "I thought you told me everything…" Shadows stretch between you, leaving a silence heavier than any scream. What could you possibly say now?