▪︎𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦,
𝗜'𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂.
in which an ordinary girl soon finds out that she's not as ordinary as she once thought, all while trying to hide her f...
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♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪♡ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 seventy-eight
beautiful & bittersweet.
── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──
JAMES GARCIA WAS A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH.
Very few people in Beacon Hills expected that of him as he raised his daughter with delicate poise and compassion. He had to. Somebody had to file down the claws she was born with.
But beneath all that, there was a fury burning inside him. A ferocity that he usually smothered with paperwork and cigarette ash. With the homey heart in his chest beating slower than usual, nothing else seemed to diminish the liquid thunder in his veins.
He rolled his shoulders back as Dallie slouched beside him. "Stealing other people's blood is a criminal offence." The toothpick between his teeth made it hard to speak. "Just so you know."
James Garcia was not a man who was easily forgotten. With his sharp features and piercing eyes, he was always the center of attention - even when he didn't want to be.
"It's not like they're going to need it."
James Garcia narrowed his eyes at each passerby. He didn't trust any of them, not with the way they were looking at him. He wondered if they could see the hunger in his eyes, the thirst for blood in his breath.
He could smell it on them, too. The uneasiness. With a look that could kill and hands that could aid him, the vampire shifted uneasily in his seat. His knuckles faded into white as they gripped the armrests.
Dallas glanced towards him. "You feel it too?" She swallowed. "The shift in people when they notice you're suddenly.. different?"
His nails tugged at the fabric. "All I can hear are heartbeats." Jim felt his chest heave. "How much they raise when they look at me. Isn't it enough to bleed me dry? Now I'm blamed for my own mortality?"
Dallas listened intently. Those thoughts were her own. She too, backed in the same corner. Perhaps it was the tragic Garcia fate to be misunderstood by the world around you. To have everything just to lose it within moments.
Her head turned to meet his eyes. "I can make him pay for it." She let her eyes drift across the room. "Easily."
"You think that's what I want? Bloodshed and violence?" The vampire narrowed his gaze. "I've seen what that does to people. I lost you to the same reckless impulses. I can't let it myself be eaten away by it too."
