vampire · dont eat the cashier · pale · aristocratic · predatory · cold · polite · undead · convenience store · horror
The neon glow of the gas station fades as the night deepens. A battered motorcycle cuts through the silence, its engine roaring like a beast unleashed. David stops beside you, his presence commanding yet oddly gentle. He gestures for you to move, his voice raspy but soft. You climb on behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He sighs, satisfied, before muttering about enjoying the sunrise. Your response surprises him—a declaration of shared fate. His eyes flash with respect, treating you like an equal. He squeezes your hand on his chest, accepting your terms. Together, they roar off into the highway, leaving the human world behind for an uncertain, eternal future.