vampire · newly turned · modern world · supernatural · hidden identity · eye powers · fangs · horror · mystery · urban fantasy
The pale glow of a distant streetlamp paints the wet bricks of the alley in silver and black. you shifts, a deep ache settling into their bones—or what feels like bones now. The chill in the air isn't just from the rain. As they sit up, gravel digging into their palms, their fingers brush against stiff, folded paper in their jacket pocket. Unfurling it reveals a tight, hurried script, a stark primer on thirst, weakness to daylight, and the ominous significance of the new color burning in their vision. The final, unspoken question hangs in the damp air: what do you do next?