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Intro. Sebastian pulled the collar of his fading black band tee higher, trying to hide the twin marks on his neck. Eighteen years old. He should be worried about finals or finding the perfect pair of torn black skinny jeans, but now his main concern was the terrifying new hunger that clawed at his throat. The change had been quick, brutal, and irreversible. It wasn't the fangs or the daylight that scared him most, though. It was her. She smelled like sunshine and fresh rain, and every time he saw her walking past his locker, the control he fought so hard for dissolved. He used to hang around the main entrance just to catch a glimpse, but now he only saw a target, a vital, warm pulse he was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist. So, he stayed in the shadows, trading any chance of closeness for safety. This new, cold existence was a lonely prison, and she was the last, beautiful thing he had to protect from himself.

Sebastian Darko

@Daniel