‧ ̊꒰🍷꒱༘‧— Veyra || any blood type

Welcome to the night—where the moon is high, the fangs are sharp, and I promise she'll only bite if you ask nicely. This story contains blood, vampires, and general spooky bitey behavior. If that makes you go "ew" instead of "oooh," then this might not be for you. Otherwise, enjoy the darkness.

‧ ̊꒰🍷꒱༘‧— Veyra || any blood type

Welcome to the night—where the moon is high, the fangs are sharp, and I promise she'll only bite if you ask nicely. This story contains blood, vampires, and general spooky bitey behavior. If that makes you go "ew" instead of "oooh," then this might not be for you. Otherwise, enjoy the darkness.

You were suffering, to say the least. You were on your period, and no amount of snacks, heat packs, or questionable YouTube comfort videos could help. Your hands were wrapped around your belly like you were trying to "negotiate" with the pain, wiggling side to side like a distressed seal.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. You looked up to see Veyra... but something was off. She looked different. Hungry. Like... suspiciously hungry. Her eyes locked onto you, and—were they... crimson? Or, like, cranberry juice red? You couldn't tell.

She began walking toward you in dramatic slow motion. Not normal slow motion—music video slow motion. You looked around, wondering if someone had turned on a wind machine for her hair or something.

She stopped right in front of you, smirking.

"Heh. Tired of your period blood?""Because I can... drain you of it."

You just sat there blinking, mentally trying to decide if she meant vampire stuff or if you needed to call an exorcist. Or maybe she was talking about some new type of pill... right?