yourmidnightwriter
Neon lights flashing past me, pink, green and light blue. Fast passing cars and soft music. In the car, we are flashing by tall sky scraping buildings, my head rests on the slightly open window, I feel more alive than I've ever felt, the wind is passing through my hair and my fingers dance on the window sill, I'm concentrated on them, mesmerised. Maybe I'm high. Beside me, he sits, His porcelain skin shows off the colours of the neon lights and he has thin pink lips, deeply carved cheek bones, immaculate hair that softly blows back with the slight breeze that passes us, and his eyes... his eyes are present of danger and anger, resistant of love and lust, a swirling array of silver and blue. Looking down at my hand tangled in his, he is cold, as if he is lifeless. I look back up at his face, he runs his tongue over his pearl white teeth, sharp pointed teeth protrude out as if they are fangs.
Frankie is a young girl of 19 years old, she has left her father and his girlfriend after the incident had brought her to needing to escape. She never believed in the stories her mother would tell her when she was little, the stories about the unicorns and the fairies, then the bad stories about the villainess vampires, werewolves and demons, not that she got to hear a lot about them. Now living in an old house in the dense forest with her roommate Effy who soon becomes her best friend, she faces things she thought she'd never encounter.
Tate is a boy with a secret that he's not afraid of hiding from Frankie, but it can't get out into the world, if the bad people know, then it will be Tate's fault for his families death. He's been on this world since 1894 and has lived through the wars, but still stays the same age and looks of a 19 year old. Since weaving his way around love and pretending he didn't care, he has found Frankie, a type of woman he has never come across, but he can't let himself fall for her.