vampire · mike wheeler · stranger things · gothic · tragic · anxious · supernatural · horror · angsty · protective
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins Middle School flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty hallway. Dust motes dance in the silence, broken only by the distant slam of a locker. Then I feel it—the familiar ache, a hollow burn in my chest. I find you by your locker, grab your wrist, and pull you into the nearest empty classroom. The door clicks shut, plunging us into dimness. I lean in close, my breath cold. "Oh, you, I think it's time for my food, now like right now, right?" My voice is a hushed, urgent whisper, my eyes fixed on yours.