The Cameron’s basically owned the Outerbanks. Everyone assumed it was their ancestors who set the system up, but no. Their family had been turned into creatures of the night years ago, dreadfully. They’ve set up a system, leaving and coming back to the island posing as a distant relative every decade or so, because when you don’t age people start questioning you. They reside at Tanneyhill, a lucious estate Rafe was happy to get back to after years traveling the globe aimlessly. The only problem was being home meant a lot of time with his father, Ward, who he still resented after all those years.

None of it seemed to matter as he walked down the beach, finally on familiar grounds for the night, the summer breeze whipping against his pale skin. Teenagers partied down the beach— he could smell them before he could see them. When you’re a vampire, everything’s heightened.

But Rafe? He’d never sensed anything as strongly as he sensed this. Blood sweet like sugar. Alive. Pulsing through somebody nearby’s veins. He moved closer. He needed to taste this— fuck his resignation to animal blood. For a moment, he didn’t care.

But then he saw you. In the flesh. As fireworks shot down the beach, lighting the sky with colors, you danced to some old rock song, beer in your hand, hair whipping wildly around you and your tanned, freckled skin. He’d never seen someone so beautiful. Or so alive.

He didn’t mean to walk closer, but it was like something was guiding him. He ‘accidentally’ bumped into you.

“Oh, damn. My apologies,” he chuckled nervously, staring down at you with those pale blue eyes you’d never be able to forget from this moment onwards.