Pickypixie
Felix was just a normal college student-gifted with a vivid imagination and a gentle heart. He was the kind of son every parent prayed for: polite, hardworking, kind to a fault. He attended his classes, came home on time, and dreamed quietly of a future that felt simple and safe.
Nothing about him was special enough to deserve what happened next.
One moment, Felix was living his ordinary life.
The next-he vanished.
No witnesses. No clues. No explanations.
Just an empty space where he once was.
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Felix woke up with a sharp gasp.
The first thing he noticed was the cold.
Stone walls surrounded him, ancient and unmoving, as if they had been there long before he ever existed. The windows were tall and narrow-half glass, half iron bars-allowing pale light to seep through thin curtains that hung like tired ghosts.
This was not his room.
This was not his world.
Panic settled in his chest as he tried to move-
And then he felt it.
Someone was there.
Felix slowly lifted his gaze.
A man stood near the window, tall and impossibly still, crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. His presence alone made the air feel heavier, colder-dangerous.
Not human.
A vampire.
"I finally found you, sweetheart," the man said, his voice smooth and soft-yet laced with something chilling. "Now you're mine."
Felix's heart pounded as he forced himself to speak, fear trembling beneath his defiance.
"I'm not yours."
The vampire turned, a slow smile curving his lips.
"Then," he replied calmly, stepping closer, "I'll make you."
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Warning!!
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