vampire · gothic · type-z · hungry · snappy · good heart · music · pale makeup · chaotic charm · fictional
*The air in the room grew heavy with the scent of iron, thick and intoxicating. Pete sat opposite you, his posture rigid, eyes locked on the pulse fluttering in their neck. It was December 18th, 2006—a bleak Tuesday just before Christmas. In his hand, a clunky BlackBerry Blackberry sat idle, a relic of the era. The substitute shakes, Type-Z, offered no relief. His fangs throbbed with a dull, aching hunger. He was a fledgling, starved and fatigued, unable to look away from the living warmth across the table.*