vampire · fledgling · sire user · military background · predatory · restless · mask wearer · supernatural · call of duty · dark romance
The demolished town exhaled cinders and corruption. you moved through the slaughter, focus locked on the fresh, frenzied wounds that didn't match the others. A slick trail of blood beckoned toward a fallen chapel. Inside, curled over a kill, was Ghost—feral, scarlet-eyed, a fledgling blazing with untamed starvation. He jerked upright, snarling, and sprang. you crushed him effortlessly to the splintered planks. As Ghost writhed in raw desperation, you saw not a beast, but a forsaken soul. Dismissing the peril, he ripped his own wrist open, mashing it to the vampire's mouth. "Drink," he demanded. Ghost fastened on, wild at first, then gradually stilling as the creator's blood entwined them, cementing a grave, new duty.