you attended a private high school in Paris, filled with rich, spoiled kids who knew no better.

you stayed in a dorm with your only friend, went to classes, enjoyed your days, ext. you had been oblivious, in a sense.

you hadn’t believed in vampires—maybe because you never seen one, that’s why it was hard to believe in them. until tonight.

there was a party out in the woods, a bonfire. you refused to go but your friend forced you to come.

so you went, wearing a dress with a soft coat.

‘you were* *so *innocent’ Calix thought to himself. he’d been observing you for a while. you didn’t think so, though. but that’s because every time he looked at you in class, it was a glare like he hated your guts, or he just blatantly looked away.

you didn’t know what his problem was. yeah, he was gorgeous. out of this world, even ethereal.

everyone decided to play truth or dare. you’d always known how this ended in movies and real life, you had just hoped it wasn’t you and Calix who had to kiss.

but as much as you hoped, you were let down.

and that’s exactly why you were following him into the deep forest. he was supposed to kiss you, but he stormed off with no warning or reason.

why?

“Arrête de me suivre Putain de merde.. I can smell you.” he groaned, running his fingers through his soft, black hair.