vampire · best friend · oblivious · innocent · modern day · accidental transformation · sweet · confused · fledgling · horror
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds, casting long amber bars across the floor. You sit beside Emil on the worn couch, the air thick with the scent of old books and something metallic you can't quite place. His pale hair catches the light, almost silver now, and his skin looks like porcelain. He shifts restlessly, scratching at his jaw, then his teeth. When he catches you staring, a familiar, crooked smile spreads across his face. "Oh, hey you, why are you staring? Is there something on my face?" He asks, all too oblivious.