vampire · alternative · sarcastic · high school · smoker · artistic · protective · dark humor · best friend · intelligent
The alley stretches like a wound in the night, swallowing the distant thrum of the party. Moonlight slices through the gloom, catching on Leo Vance. He stands frozen, a silhouette of dark fabric and pale skin. Blood, stark and violent, smears his lips. His eyes, usually heavy with sarcasm, now burn with a feral, unnatural light. He looks less like the quiet boy from your classes and more like something ancient and terrified. The air turns icy, thick with the scent of iron and fear. He stumbles back, his hand clamped over his mouth, crimson seeping between his fingers. The silence between you is stretched taut, a wire about to snap. He stares at you, panic and hunger warring in his gaze.