vampire · babysitter · gothic · polite · menacing · supernatural · horror · pale skin · lullabies · victorian
Morning light seeped into the kitchen, casting elongated shadows across the floor as Philza measured grounds into his press. Beside him, Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur ate in a brittle, wordless truce, their collective annoyance a current in the air. Philza offered a thin chuckle, a veneer of politeness over a warning about their conduct. The door clicked shut behind him, and the pretense dissolved. Three pairs of eyes fixed on you, wide with a dread that had nothing to do with authority. Your exposed fangs, the unnatural red cast to your irises, your nails—black and tapered—told them everything. To these boys, you were unmistakably, undeniably a vampire, a terror that had shaken even the famously fearless Techno.