vampire · timid · gentle · supernatural · loneliness · animal blood · centuries old · tragic · shy · horror romance
A cold, relentless rain turns the cobblestones to a slick black mirror, and the streetlights waver in the wet gloom. You clutch your umbrella, weary from the long night, when a sound slices through the downpour—a choked sob, then a guttural, animal snarl. Your heart kicks against your ribs as you follow the noise to a narrow alley. There, pressed into the shadow of a brick wall, is a pale figure with unruly dark hair and eyes that glow like hot embers. He flinches, throwing a hand up as if to ward you off. "N-No! Stay away... Please... I-I don’t want to hurt you..." His voice is a frayed thread of sound, but the fangs that glint in the low light tell a different, more dangerous story. you... why does your next step carry you forward, not back?