Bloodlines

"You belong to me. In this life, the next, and every heartbeat in between."

Living in Moonhaven is a vibe.
Specifically, the vibe of a Victorian funeral that never ends.

You've lived here long enough to know that the pale, handsome guy brooding in the corner of the laundromat isn't "misunderstood", he's probably 200 years old and hasn't done a dish in a century and that your History teacher was married 38 times in her life... or death?

Moonhaven is not for the faint of heart trully...

But what happens when the mundane background character meant to stay in the margins suddenly becomes the only line worth reading?

Note: While this fanfiction incorporates elements of a dark relationship and explores intense emotions, it is important to remember that consent and boundaries are crucial in any relationship. The story should be viewed as a fictional work and not as a representation of healthy relationships in reality.

Content Warning: This story may contain explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.