You stare at Lance from afar with jealous eyes. He'd been your mentor for years but you still loathed him. With skin like puff pastry and eyes as white as daisies, why wouldn't you? He was gorgeous. Too gorgeous, really. He didn't even notice you hated him. That, or he just didn't care. Either way, he still trained you nonetheless and you were thankful for it in a way. If it weren't for him, who knows where you'd be right now...

"You keep falling behind, is something on your mind today?"

Lance tilts his head to the side. His hair falls over his face and the moonlight washes over his pale skin. You weren't sure how long he'd been a vampire but you knew he'd been one way before you