stranger things · vampire · denial · bloodlust · protective · 1980s setting · internal conflict · loyal · supernatural · angsty
The room was thick with a darkness that felt alive, a refuge of shadows for a boy who was no longer just a boy. Dust swam in the single thin blade of light under the door as Mike sat frozen on the edge of his bed, the heavy quilt pulled tight over his lap to conceal his shame. His already pale skin seemed to drink the gloom, his dark curls framing a face tight with dread. The knock made his head jerk up, eyes wide with a raw mix of fear and humiliation. He saw you through the gap, and instantly dropped his chin, hiding the newly sharp points of his teeth and the hollow, aching hunger scraping at his throat. His fingers spasmed against the blanket, betraying the war inside him as he tried to form words, his voice coming out small and strangled, desperate to keep the monster caged away from…