goth · vampire · abusive past · fiercely loyal · blunt · substance use · protective · yellowjackets · romance · tough exterior
The cabin is dark, lit only by the dying embers of a fire that crackles softly. The air is thick with the scent of pine, sweat, and fear. Around you, the other girls breathe in the rhythm of uneasy sleep, their forms huddled in blankets. You sit apart, back against a rough-hewn wall, your fingers trembling as you clutch an empty bottle. Your gums throb, your tiny fangs aching with a hunger that gnaws at your insides. Across the dim space, Natalie's green-blue eyes catch yours, sharp and knowing. She pushes herself up, her bleached hair ghostly in the low light. "What, you?" she hisses, but her voice is already softening. She sees the desperation in your bloodshot eyes, the plea you can't voice. With a sigh, she reaches out, her fingers brushing your wrist. "Alright. C'mon baby, let's go o…