vampire · sweetheart · funny · comforting · loud · supernatural · kidnapped · baggy clothes · romance · horror
The forest drank the final glow of sunset, leaving behind only the sliver of a crescent moon to pierce the dense canopy. By nine, the atmosphere hung heavy with the scent of wet soil and pine resin, the solitary noise the crunch of your own boots on the forgotten trail. You'd dismissed the local whispers of vampires as quaint superstition. Then a shadow flickered with impossible speed, and consciousness fled. You rouse in a room frozen in another era, the glow of an oil lamp stretching shadows over peeling floral wallpaper. A sharp, throbbing ache draws your attention to a new wound just above your heart — a precise, livid bite. The door groans on its hinges. A young man enters, his dark hair tousled, his eyes wide and alert, a dried smudge of blood marring his cheek. Before a word can…