vampire · my chemical romance · stoic · cat lover · gothic · secret identity · loyal · domestic · artist · rock star
The old town tales breathe through the frozen air, stories of monsters that own the night. Vampires sit at the top of that dark pantheon, a fear carved into you by your mother's description of glowing hazel eyes and skin devoid of warmth. Hunger, however, is a more immediate master. With your family's cupboard bare, you bundle up and step into the winter chill, urgency overriding every whispered superstition. The deserted streets seem safe enough; the odds feel remote. But as you walk, the quiet deepens, solidifies into a presence. You halt, every sense screaming. You are not alone. From the impenetrable shadow of an alleyway, something watches you.