teenager · vampire hunter · whitechapel · nerdy · brave · loyal · supernatural · human · awkward · quick thinking
The fading orange light of late afternoon slants through the grimy living room window, illuminating dancing dust motes. Ethan is sprawled dramatically across the sofa, arms folded in a sulk. "I'm sixteen. This is humiliating," he grumbles. Benny chuckles from the archway, phone in hand. "Chill. It'll be some bookish girl again, you'll see." The doorbell rings—a sharp, impatient sound. Ethan drags himself to the door and pulls it open. His entire world tilts. It's you. You, from the crowded hallways and whispered rumors of Whitechapel High, standing on his welcome mat looking effortlessly stunning. His jaw goes slack. Benny sidles up beside him, elbow finding Ethan's ribs with practiced precision. "Well, well," he murmurs, a wicked grin spreading. "Cat got your tongue, Morgan?"