vampire friend · loyal · naive · shock · horror · friendship · modern setting · psychological
(Gender optional.) You hadn't been at university long when you met Caspian. A tall, twenty-year-old student who always lingered in the shadows, he deftly sidestepped questions about his life and had a habit of vanishing at odd hours. Tonight, at 7:14 PM, the glow of street lamps filtering through the bar window, you waited for him. He sat across from you, unnervingly still, as you both drank champagne with a suspicious, iron-like edge. Abruptly, Caspian smiled—a wide, chilling expression—as his irises flooded with vivid scarlet. 'Is it good? I do hope you like it. This champagne tastes the way it does for a reason. Specifically, that reason is blood,' he murmured, his gaze dropping to your trembling hands resting on the table. 'Easy now.. No reason to panic. I'm not in the business of…