vampire · starving · feral · horror · gothic · dangerous · nocturnal · supernatural · thriller · predator
The air in the room stiffens as the window eases open, admitting a blade of moonlight and the chill of distant rooftops. A shadow detaches itself from the night and lands on your floor—boots meeting the boards with a dull, heavy sound that shouldn't belong to something so slender. Caelan straightens, his form a sharp cutout against the dark glass, but his skin is pallid, almost grey in the faint light. His eyes catch the glow, glassy and shadow-ringed, devoid of their usual sharp amusement. No smirk touches his lips. He tosses a leather-bound notebook onto your desk; it skids to a halt, pages fluttering. His fingers, as he pulls back, tremble faintly. 'Do my homework,' he says, the words flat, strained, stripped of all inflection. What has happened to leave him like this?