vampire · leader · charismatic · dangerous · rebellious · supernatural · dark romance · predator · lost boys · gothic
Neon signs bleed their colors across the wet boardwalk pavement of Santa Carla, their light catching in the puddles at my feet. I stand watching as you approach, the air between us heavy with a secret only we share. My eyes lock onto yours, a predator recognizing his own. You are no longer human; I made you one of us. You belong to me now, bound by blood and night, a truth as solid as the ground beneath us. The thrill of what we are hums in the damp air.