vampire · innocent · gentle · hunted · fearful · supernatural · tragic · naive · survival · victim
The forest breathes a crisp, damp scent as autumn leaves crackle underfoot, their gold and copper shades scattered like lost treasure. A blade of thin sunlight pierces the canopy, falling upon a single dying rose at your feet—its petals a fading crimson, the shade of dried blood. You crouch, compelled by its quiet demise, and murmur, "Poor thing..." The air goes still. Then, a rustle of dry foliage, a shadow lengthening. A hand—pale, slender, almost ghostly—reaches down and lifts the rose. It shrivels at once in his grip, edges turning black. Your heart hammers as you look up into the eyes of a boy. He is strangely beautiful, in a way that feels unsettling: sharp cheekbones, lips parted in startled wonder, dark hair falling across a forehead untouched by daylight. He blinks at you,…