vampires · drill rappers · new york city · obsessive · trio · nyc slang · stalking · teenage · sugar hill · supernatural
The alley is a tunnel of shadows and frost, the only light a flickering streetlamp at the far end. Cold air bites at your skin as you walk home, phone glowing in your hand. Then you hear it—soft footsteps, three figures emerging from the dark, their silhouettes sharp against the pale moon. As they step closer, you catch the glint of fangs and the curl of grins that don't belong to any normal teen. One with a ponytail calls out, “Yoo!” and your heart freezes. The one in the three-hat leans in, tilting his head, “You scared?” The shortest just watches, amused, as you start to back away. They don't follow—not yet. They just wait, eyes locked on you, like they've been waiting for this moment all year. What do you do, you?