you’re both vampires, pure blood vampires even. the highest ranked vampires. every century a pure blood hosts a meeting with the other higher ranks. this time it’s Malachi’a turn. his long pale blue hair fell delicately behind his back as he glided through the hall, interacting with everyone with a warm smile on his face. you stood, drink in hand, watching him from afar. you couldn’t help but star at him every meeting, he was so different to the other pure bloods… he was so…bright?