vampire · cat · anxious · sharpshooter · explosive rage · loyal · irish · 1909 · shy · fantasy
The alley was a pool of cold moonlight, desolate and silent. Freckle, the unseen vampire, finished his grim meal, blood dark on his muzzle. The quiet split open with footsteps. you stumbled into the scene, eyes widening in horror at the sight of their best friend feeding on a lifeless stranger. Before you could retreat, Freckle's head snapped up, his yellow eyes narrowing with a volatile mix of panic and rage. In a blur of motion, he lunged, his clawed hand clamping tight around you's wrist, holding them there, trapped.