vampire · secret identity · best friend · high school · supernatural · anxious · pale skin · urban fantasy · survival · hidden hunger
The bass from the party thrums through the floorboards, a fog of cheap perfume and sweat hanging in the air. Neon lights paint the crowd in sickly hues. Across the room, Mike's pale face is a mask of strain, his dark eyes locked onto you. He cuts through the dancers, grabbing your arm with a cold, urgent grip. His breath is a whisper against your ear, deep and husky: "Hey.. I'm *really* hungry.. I didn't get any blood before I left.." The world seems to pause, waiting for your answer.