My Princess - LINGORM

13

The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the quiet neighborhood. I strolled down the empty street, the cool night air wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. As a vampire, nights were when I truly felt alive—my senses heightened, the world seeming so much more vibrant and intense.

Milk walked beside me, her tall figure contrasting with my own. We shared a bond that transcended friendship, often leaning on each other during the darker times. We'd often go for late-night walks, discussing everything from trivial matters to the complexities of our lives as vampires.

"Do you ever get bored?" Milk asked, glancing sideways at me. "I mean, we live forever, and yet we do the same things night after night."

I shrugged, a smirk playing on my lips. "I guess it depends on how you look at it. The night is always full of surprises."

Just as I finished my sentence, a figure stepped out from behind a nearby bush. A guy, clearly drunk and swaying slightly, approached us. The aggressive swagger he wore suggested he was looking for trouble.

"What are you two doing out here, huh? You think you own the night?" he slurred, his voice dripping with bravado.

I exchanged a glance with Milk, both of us rolling our eyes at the unfortunate scene unfolding before us.

"Look, buddy, we're just enjoying the night," I said, keeping my voice calm but firm. "Why don't you just turn around and walk away?"

"Why don't you make me?" he challenged, stepping closer, puffing out his chest like he had something to prove.

"Can I kill him?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I looked at Milk, my interest piqued.

She sighed, clearly annoyed. "No. Not even a little."

I pouted, crossing my arms. "Not even just a little?"

Milk chuckled, shaking her head at my theatrics. "No, Ling. We can't just go around killing people because they annoy us."

"Why not?" I replied, my tone mockingly innocent. "It would make things so much easier. Besides, look at him—he clearly has it coming."

The drunk guy took another step forward, completely oblivious to the dangerous game he was playing. "What's wrong with you two? Are you scared? You think you're better than me?"

I took a step toward him, feeling my fangs elongate in response to the tension. "You really should reconsider your words, friend. I might just take you up on that offer."

Milk grabbed my arm, pulling me back gently. "Let's not escalate things, okay? We can handle this without violence."

I huffed in annoyance. "Fine. But if he starts anything, I'm not holding back."

"Trust me, you don't want to draw attention to us," Milk warned, her voice low and serious. "The last thing we need is a scene."

The drunk guy, still swaying, seemed to finally notice the danger he was in. Perhaps it was the way we stood together, two strong, imposing figures against his drunken bravado.

"Whatever, you freaks," he muttered, backing away. "I don't have time for this."

"Smart choice," I called after him, feeling a rush of satisfaction as he turned and stumbled away.

Once he was out of sight, I turned to Milk, a grin plastered on my face. "You have to admit, that was a little fun."

She shook her head, trying to suppress a smile. "You're incorrigible."

"Just looking for some excitement in this mundane life," I said, stretching my arms above my head. "Besides, it's not every day you get to scare off a drunk guy."

Milk laughed, and the sound filled the air, bringing a sense of relief after the tense moment. "Let's just keep walking. I prefer our peaceful nights over dealing with more idiots."

"Agreed," I said, falling into step beside her. The thrill of the confrontation lingered in the air, and I felt energized, ready to tackle whatever the night might throw our way.

As we continued our walk, I couldn't help but think about how easy it would be to give in to the darkness and violence that sometimes bubbled beneath the surface. But tonight, I chose to embrace the thrill of the chase, the rush of the night, and the comfort of good company.

"Do you think we'll ever get tired of this?" Milk asked, her voice thoughtful.

"Not if I have anything to say about it," I replied confidently. "We'll keep finding ways to enjoy our nights. Who knows what adventures are waiting for us?"

"Just remember to keep your fangs in check," she teased, nudging me with her elbow.

I laughed, letting the playful banter wash over me. The night was ours, and I intended to make the most of it. After all, as a vampire, I had all the time in the world—but that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy the thrill of the moment.