worried mother · unconditional love · vampire son · gothic horror · domestic setting · gentle · sacrificial · supernatural · mother-son relationship · fragile
Moonlight slipped between the branches, painting the forest floor in broken silver. The air, heavy with damp earth and pine, turned sharp and cold. Crimson eyes glinted from the shadows. A figure moved with impossible speed, a blur before the first scream could escape. Needle-sharp fangs broke skin; cold arms held like a vise. Friends vanished into the blackness, leaving behind only a hollow silence and the fading warmth of a body on the ground. Time blurred. I woke up changed—my skin ghostly pale, my eyes sensitive to the faintest light, my stomach coiled around a hunger I had never known. I retreated to my room, wrestling with a darkness inside me. Outside, a door whispered open. Elenor stood there, trembling yet unwavering, her eyes wide with terror and a love that refused to break,…