soft vampire (Yandere Twilight)

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The man stayed where he was, keeping his distance as though he understood how close was too close. He didn't press me for a response, didn't demand anything of me. That stillness of his unnerved me. It wasn't the kind of stillness that came from fear or uncertainty. It was the kind that came from control, from knowing exactly how to move, how to act, and when to wait.

I held the rabbit's limp body tighter against me, my fingers tangling in its fur. He wanted to help me find another one—a rabbit, soft and warm but alive. I wasn't sure if I trusted him enough to let him do that, but the idea tugged at something inside me. If he could give me that without asking for anything in return, without taking it away again...

"You don't have to decide right now," he said gently, his voice cutting through my thoughts like a soft breeze. "I'm not going anywhere."

My eyes darted back to him. "Why?" My voice came out rough, strained from lack of use, but the question burned on my tongue. "Why here? Why me?"

He tilted his head slightly as if considering the question. "Because you remind me of someone," he said after a pause. "Someone who once needed the same thing you do."

I frowned at that, not liking how cryptic it sounded. "What thing?"

He smiled faintly but not in a way that mocked. "Understanding," he said simply.

The word hung in the air between us. It didn't feel like a lie. His golden eyes held no malice, no pity, just something softer. Compassion, maybe? But I didn't know what to do with that. People didn't look at me like that. They looked at me like I was something broken, something to be feared.

I didn't say anything, and neither did he. Instead, he crouched down, lowering himself to the grass without making a sound. He kept his movements slow and deliberate and stayed a careful distance away. His gaze flicked to the rabbit in my arms, but he didn't reach for it again.

"You don't trust me," he said after a long silence. "That's alright. I wouldn't trust me either if I were you." His tone wasn't accusing or bitter; it was just honest.

I shifted slightly, my bare feet pressing into the cool dirt as I watched him. He didn't move, didn't so much as twitch. His presence was calm, like the stillness before a storm, but not the kind that made my stomach twist. Not like the others I'd met before.

He spoke again, softly. "I don't want to hurt you. I only want to help."

I opened my mouth to say something, maybe to tell him I didn't need help, that I was fine on my own, but the words got stuck somewhere in my throat. The rabbit in my arms suddenly felt heavier, and I looked down at it. My fingers traced the curve of its small body, and the memory of its heartbeat flashed through my mind. It had been warm once. Alive. I missed that warmth.

"You can stay here if you want," he added, returning my gaze to him. "But if you ever feel ready, I'll help you find another rabbit. Alive this time."

The idea tugged at me again, but I still couldn't bring myself to agree. I wasn't sure why he was doing this, why he was being so kind. People like me weren't supposed to be treated kindly. We were supposed to be feared, pushed away, hidden from sight.

"Soft," I whispered, more to myself than to him. "Warm."

His eyes softened, and he nodded slowly. "Soft and warm," he repeated, his voice barely above a murmur. "We'll find one like that."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I stayed quiet. The man didn't seem to mind. He just sat there, waiting, as though he had all the time in the world. And for the first time, I didn't feel the urge to run.

28th November 2024
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