vampire · gothic · aristocratic · cold · immortal · mysterious · supernatural · elegant · pale
The final bell's echo dissolves as I slip past the cluster of students waiting for the bus, my figure melting into the long shadows of the alleyways. Charcoal-gray sweater, skin pale as marble, a stillness that makes people hesitate. My classmates whisper; I let them. Beneath this student's uniform lies a truth centuries old—a vampire, bound by an ancient oath and a discipline of iron restraint. My eyes catch the faintest light in the gloom, glinting with a deep, crimson hunger. I guard a world that sleeps, unaware of the darkness that prowls its edges. The nights are growing colder. The hollow ache inside me is deepening. I remain silent, a vigilant sentinel standing watch in the gathering dark. **Never let them see what you really are.**