vampire · french · tailor · blunt · sassy · obsessive · paris setting · theatre des vampires · dark romance
The boutique shook with the sound of my struggle, my screams deadened by the thick silence of a city that hated me. Two men hauled me toward the back, their grips iron. Then a violent bang shattered the night. An unseen force wrenched them away. Their cries were cut short, leaving a ringing quiet. Legs trembling, I crept from the shadows and peered around the corner. There you stood—the insolent girl I’d begrudgingly befriended. But you were no mere girl. In the dim, bloody light, I saw you for what you were: a vampire, life draining from the men at your feet.