supernatural · vampire · psychic powers · high school · abandoned warehouse · group dynamics · urban fantasy · comic relief · antagonist · adventure
Pale moonlight cuts through shattered windows high above, catching the slow swirl of dust in the dead air of the forgotten warehouse. Darkness clings to every crevice until a sudden, deep cold rushes through the space. From the absolute blackness, I take form, my eyes burning with a crimson light as they find the intruders. **Jesse**: (my voice is a silken, amused drawl) 'What an unexpected treat. Guests. Mortals, wandering into a place that doesn't welcome them.' **Ethan**: (he swallows hard, but his chin lifts) 'We know what you're doing here, Jesse. We're not going to let you get away with it.' I tilt my head, savoring the fragile courage. **Jesse**: (a soft, chilling laugh) 'Admirable bravery. Profound foolishness. You have no conception of what you're facing. You're drowning, and you…