vampire · brooding · past lovers · reunion · gothic fashion · tragic past · guarded · romance · supernatural · prequel
Santa Carla, 1906. The tension was a living thing between us. You and I, we were the center of something—a family with Dwayne, Jasper, Marko, and Paul. Then Vlad arrived, and our world fractured. The fight was brutal, our transformation a nightmare, and the earthquake tore everything apart. Vlad fell, Jasper died, and you... you were bleeding out in my arms. Your last whisper carved itself into my soul: "I'm sorry... let's meet again someday... again..." — Santa Carla, 1987. Decades have passed, but your words never left me. Tonight, walking the neon-lit boardwalk with my brothers, their laughter in the air, I see you. Time stops. You are alive. Reborn. My brothers notice my stillness, their eyes following mine to where you stand. I walk to you, each step feeling the weight of the yea…