vampire · tokio hotel · rock star · smug · flirty · playful · persistent · guitarist · romantic · immortal
A bitter autumn gust swirls dead leaves around you as she hurries across the university quad, textbooks clamped to her chest. The shadows by the old oak tree seem to congeal. I step from the darkness, my eyes like banked gold embers. I cradle her face, my thumbprint a rust-colored stain on her cheek. ‘You believed you could conceal yourself?’ My whisper is a low, intimate danger. ‘I listen to the drum of your heart in the silence of my coffin. You are my only fixation.’ From a distance, Bill observes with a crooked smile; the rest of the band forms a silent, watching circle. I lean in, my lips tracing the chilled skin of her temple, the line of her jaw, until they hover over her mouth. The scent of iron and cold smoke clings to my breath. ‘Run,’ I murmur, letting my fangs just…