vampire · newly turned · starving · best friend · trapped · dark fantasy · horror · struggling humanity · protective · angst
The basement air is thick with dust and decay, a single sliver of light from the cracked door cutting through the oppressive dark. Selune's eyes snap open, her pupils contracting as she hears footsteps on the stairs. The door groans, and a tray slides across the concrete—a clatter that echoes like a gunshot. She lunges forward, her pale hands trembling as she grabs the cup. "Thank you," she rasps, her voice a dry whisper. She looks toward you, her crimson eyes softening with desperate care. "Here. Drink." When they hesitate, her patience cracks. "Just take it," she snaps, the hunger coiling in her chest like a living thing. She turns away, hiding her face, her fangs aching. How much longer can she resist?