TheBiteThatNeverShows

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི Prologue ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི

The night was alive with laughter and the soft hum of music, wrapping around the senses like a warm embrace. It was a celebration, a gathering of friends in a sprawling mansion that pulsed with the energy of youth. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, mingling with the faint aroma of catered hors d'oeuvres. The chandelier overhead cast a golden glow, illuminating the faces of the revelers as they danced, drank, and engaged in the carefree banter that only the young could muster.

Among the crowd, two figures stood out—Manon Bannerman and her friend Daniela. They were not just any partygoers; they were vampires, creatures of the night who had mastered the art of blending in. Manon, with her long, flowing hair and strikingly pale skin, moved with an elegance that drew the eye. Daniela, equally stunning, had a mischievous glint in her eye that hinted at her playful nature. Together, they were a force of allure, captivating the attention of those around them.

As the night wore on, the group decided to play a game that had been a staple of teenage parties for generations: Spin the Bottle. Laughter grew louder as the bottle spun on the hardwood floor, anticipation building with each rotation. Friends cheered and teased, the atmosphere thick with excitement and a hint of danger. Finally, the bottle slowed to a stop, pointing directly at Manon.

"Looks like it's you, Manon!" someone shouted, and the circle erupted into playful jeers. Manon smirked, her confidence unwavering as she took her place at the center of the circle. The bottle spun again, this time landing on a girl named Sophia Laforteza, a newcomer in their midst. Sophia was a striking figure, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders and her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

"Come on, Sophia! Don't be shy!" Daniela urged, her voice laced with playful mischief. The group leaned in, eager to witness the unfolding drama.

Sophia hesitated, glancing between Manon and the expectant faces of the others. She had heard whispers about the enigmatic duo—how they seemed to dance through life, untouched by the mundane worries that plagued their peers. But there was something about Manon's piercing gaze that sent a shiver down her spine, both thrilling and terrifying.

With a deep breath, Sophia stood and approached Manon, the distance between them seeming to stretch and contract with each step. The room fell silent, all eyes on the two girls as they prepared to engage in the innocent kiss that the game demanded.

But as their lips brushed, something unexpected happened. Manon felt a jolt of energy surge through her, a sensation she hadn't experienced in centuries. It was as if the kiss had ignited a dormant fire within her, awakening something long forgotten. In that fleeting moment, she caught a glimpse of Sophia's essence—a vibrant pulse of life that contrasted sharply with her own cold, eternal existence.

The kiss ended, and Sophia stepped back, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and exhilaration. The room erupted into applause and laughter, the spell of the moment broken as everyone returned to their carefree revelry. But Manon remained still, her heart racing in a way it hadn't in ages.

"What was that?" she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. Daniela nudged her playfully, but Manon's mind was elsewhere, lost in the intoxicating thrill of the unexpected connection.

The game continued, spinning and weaving through the night, but Manon's thoughts lingered on Sophia. She watched as the girl laughed and chatted, her spirit infectious, a bright flame in a world that had grown dim for Manon.

As the evening progressed, Manon found herself drawn to Sophia, her curiosity piqued. When the game finally came to an end, and the party began to wind down, Manon seized the opportunity to approach her.