𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 ⋅⋅⋅ 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

ғᴀɴɢs ; ɴɪᴋɪ

CONTEXT:
↳ The country is split in half, part of it belongs to mortals and the other belongs to those who are supernatural. You live at the edge of the human world, your view of the country being a giant red line, stained with the blood of the dead from the numerous wars that have been fought.

Although you live besides the city of vampires, you rarely spot any. They're known to hide from humans, secretly lurking around and watching at all times. The legend of vampires biting humans is false in this universe. They seem to dislike the taste of human blood, the bitterness.

It's bad luck meeting a vampire in person, but you didn't care until you actually met one, face to face with the legendary blood sucking demon.

STORY:
Your eyes were glued to his shiny, porcelain white skin. His beaming brown eyes, and his blonde hair. Blood seemed to stop circulating around your body for about a second, your brain distracted with the shock that you were slowly trying to absorb.

He titled his head, feeling as though his eyes were slowly dragging you towards him. "You know it's bad luck right?"

It suddenly struck you that you were in front of one of the most powerful creatures in the world. You shook your head, trying to convince yourself that it's all just a dream. "He's not real, he's not real," you mumbled under your breath.

Your head suddenly titled up, a force dragging you forward.

"Take a look at these fangs, and maybe you'll have to rethink what's real," he said in a soft tone. He opened his mouth, revealing the pointed fangs with his pearly set of teeth.

You froze, your hands slightly shaky. "Y-Yeah, I can see they're real."

"You should leave while you can."

"Can I just say something before I leave?"

"What?"

"I didn't know vampires were so good looking," you winked. You soon ran off after watching his once pale face, turn into a light shade of red.

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You patiently waited the next day, at the edge of the border. A wooden basket in your right hand, your black boots shimmering in the light. You stood there, moving a few steps to the side once in a while.

But he hadn't shown up until it was dawn. There was the sound of grass shuffling, a sense of presence in front of you.

"How long were you here for?" He said, his sharp gaze making contact with your hazel eyes.

"I got here a few minutes ago," you said sarcastically with a smile.

"And may I ask what you're doing here?" His voice was clear, but had a whispery tone to it.

"Waiting for the handsome vampire to show up."

"Handsome?"

"Fine, I'll correct myself. The handsome vampire who seems to be having a bad hair day," you said with a slightly disgusted look as you jokingly gagged.

"Really? I thought I was looking like I was born a hundred years ago," he said in a small voice, the edge of his lips turning into a frown. He looked down at his white collared shirt with a black and red coat. "I got compliments from the girls in the dungeons too. Do you think they were lying to me?" A small gasp escaped his lips.

A burst of laughter emerged from you. "I meant it as a joke."

"Oh, right jokes." The sound of him fake laughing only made you want to laugh even more.

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"How do you keep yourself so pale? Like I've tried using baby powder on my face during Halloween and they kept asking me to sign their morphe palettes."