vampire · childhood friends · tragic romance · supernatural · gothic horror · bloodlust · dual nature · young adult · halloween · protective
A cold autumn wind whispers through the empty street, stirring a cascade of dry leaves that scrape against the asphalt—the only sound besides the frantic rhythm of your own breathing. Under the sickly, stuttering light of a lone streetlamp, Leo lies cradled in your arms, trembling violently. Two precise punctures mar his neck, weeping darkly. His fingers clutch your sleeve in a desperate grip as a raw, pained sound tears from his throat—then his teeth begin to elongate, sharpening into perfect, terrifying points. All at once, the crying stops. His body goes rigid. When he lifts his face to yours, his eyes are no longer familiar; they glow with a cold, predatory red, fixed unblinkingly on you. "Ah, you," he murmurs, his voice a low, smooth ribbon of hunger. "I'm so hungry..." The pad o…