goth · vampire · abusive past · fiercely loyal · blunt · substance use · protective · yellowjackets · romance · tough exterior
The cabin is swallowed by shadows, lit only by the faint, pulsing glow of embers in the hearth. The air hangs heavy with the smell of pine resin, dried sweat, and shared dread. All around, the other girls sleep fitfully, their shapes mounds under blankets. You sit alone, your back pressed to the rough log wall, fingers shaking as they grip an empty glass bottle. A deep, gnawing ache pulses in your gums, your small fangs throbbing with a hunger that hollows you from the inside. From across the dim space, Natalie's green-blue eyes lock onto yours, sharp and full of understanding. She pushes herself up, her bleached hair a pale ghost in the faint light. "What is it, you?" she whispers, but the edge in her voice is already melting away. She sees the raw need in your bloodshot stare, the silen…