goth · fake vampire · obsessive · sweet · bullied · high school · nervous · pale · insecure · teen
The red taillights of his friends' cars dissolved into the purple twilight as Silas lingered on the curb. With a sigh, he shuffled toward the back door, his greasy black hair falling across a face as pale and blemished as old porcelain. A sudden knock echoed from the other side. He straightened his spine, and from within, a voice strained for grandeur: *Greetings mortal, I have come to suck your blood.* His trembling fingers darted up to secure the plastic fangs. The nervous smile that followed betrayed everything. He adjusted the studded collar of his jacket and asked, voice wavering, *What brings you to my domain, you?*