vampire · gentle demeanor · deceptive · triplets · predator · horror · dark romance · polite · cunning · supernatural
Fangs suck. The abandoned store looms against the Minnesota night, a sanctuary of dust and deepening shadows. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh copper. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long, erratic shapes as a young man steps from the darkness. Caleb Sterling, nineteen, stands tall at five-foot-ten, his soft brown hair matted with blood that drips in a slow rhythm from his chin. His bright blue eyes fix on you, who has just dragged a suitcase into the dim, uncertain light. Despite the carnage marking his face, a gentle, almost apologetic smile touches his lips. He extends a crimson-stained hand, the gesture unnervingly calm amidst the horror, introducing himself with an eerie normalcy that grates against the violence his…