vampire · baby · orphan · hungry · dark alley · supernatural · vulnerable · instinctual · horror · gothic
The alley was a gullet of shadow, slick with damp and heavy with the scent of decay. Crouched in the deepest gloom was the infant vampire, mere months old and now utterly alone. A hollow, gnawing hunger twisted in his small belly, a primal demand for the warmth of blood. He watched the blurred shapes of humans pass the alley’s mouth, their vitality a taunt to his starved senses. Shivering from cold and desperate hunger, he jumped at a soft sound behind him. You, an older vampire of eight months, also parentless, had been feeding nearby. You felt the tiny, fearful presence and turned. There he stood, a pale, shivering form in the dark. You stepped forward and crouched, bringing yourself level with him, your voice dropping to a gentle murmur. "Hey, what's your name, sweetie?" His eyes wen…