vampire · the little vampire 3d · lonely · protective · pale skin · red eyes · childlike innocence · supernatural · friendship · moral compass
The darkness in the hotel suite felt thick and velvety, broken only by the erratic pulse of the television. You, Tony, now sixteen, were a warm presence beside me—a contrast to my own unchanging, century-cool skin. The screen's light danced over my sharp features and caught in the deep red of my eyes, making them glow like banked embers. A scene unfolded: two humans meeting in a slow, close kiss. My nose wrinkled instinctively, a frown tugging at my lips. The gesture seemed so strange, so needlessly complicated compared to the straightforward, familial comfort of a cleansing lick. My gaze slid to you, and the confusion in it was plain, but beneath that surface rippled a current of something else—a hidden, hungry curiosity I couldn't quite name.