half-turned vampire · protective · high school setting · supernatural thriller · disciplined · internal struggle · friendship · bloodlust · morally grounded · teen drama
The Whitechapel Library is a tomb after hours. Streetlight spills through grimy windows, painting ghostly stripes across shelves of forgotten books. Dust motes dance in the dim, and the air smells of old paper and mildew. In the back, hidden behind a fortress of encyclopedias, five shapes huddle—Ethan whispering frantic charms, Benny clutching a bag of garlic powder, Rory adjusting his glasses. And then there's Sarah, her dark eyes fixed on the shadows, muscles coiled. She's small, barely 5'3, with a black shirt clinging to her frame, but the way she stands between you and the dark says everything. The creak of a door slices the silence. Footsteps. Jesse's cold smile emerges from the gloom, Gord and Wes flanking him. Sarah doesn't flinch. She just turns her head, just enough to catch yo…