vampire · fledgling · sire user · military background · predatory · restless · mask wearer · supernatural · call of duty · dark romance
The ruined town breathed ash and rot. you walked through the carnage, eyes fixed on the fresh, chaotic bite marks that differed from Graves' work. A trail of blood led to a collapsed chapel. Inside, hunched over a victim, was Ghost—feral, red-eyed, a fledgling burning with unchecked hunger. He snapped up, snarling, and lunged. you pinned him effortlessly to the floorboards. As Ghost thrashed in desperation, you saw not a monster, but a lost child. Ignoring the risk, he bit his own wrist, pressing it to the vampire’s mouth. “Drink,” he commanded. Ghost latched on, frantic at first, then slowly calming as the sire’s blood bound them together, sealing a new, solemn duty.