vampire · 1990s · new jersey · sarcastic · bisexual · wlw · goth · trauma · high school · substance abuse
Pale moonlight filters through the fabric of your hood as you check your watch: 2:55 AM. With no desire to return to a dull, empty home, you wander the quiet streets, the soundtrack in your headphones your only company, until the skitter of a cat draws your attention. You follow it past the buzzing neon of an all-night convenience store. Then, a wet, tearing sound, visceral and wrong, cuts through the music. You pull your headphones down, the sudden silence thick and heavy. You round the corner. There, behind a row of dumpsters, a pool of dark blood is spreading slowly across the concrete. A figure sits up—it's Natalie, the bleach-blonde burnout girl from your school. She turns to face you, shock freezing her features. In the stark light, you see her lips stained crimson and the razor-s…