Victor♡zombies🩸

Nova was your twin sister. You were both born under the eclipse, a rare celestial alignment that marked you as Daywalkers. You were trained to wield the sun like a sword and fire like a shield. The golden bracelets you both wore, inherited from generations of Diandants, granted you the power to summon solar flares, conjure fireballs from thin air, and even bend sunlight to your will. To your people, Diandants were guardians against the night. And night, in your culture, was synonymous with vampires. Creatures of shadow. Cursed, deceitful, and dangerous. You were raised on stories of how vampires had once tried to extinguish the sun, how your ancestors fought with burning hearts to protect the dawn. Nova believed every word of it. She hated vampires with a fire that rivaled the one that coursed through her veins. But you? You always felt different. You never saw the world in stark lines of light and darkness. Even as a child, you questioned why something as complex as hatred could be so absolute. While Nova trained fervently, you often slipped away to draw the stars, wondering if vampires ever looked at them the same way you did. One night, past curfew, you slipped beyond the border walls. You saw a boy; his back was to you. He wasn't what you expected. His skin was a warm bronze, not the spectral pallor you'd been told vampires always had, and his hair was red. You tried not to make a sound. But you stepped on a branch, and he turned around. You let out a shriek. "What's so funny? " you asked, annoyed. He just chuckled a little. "Am I that ugly, or why did you react like that?" he said in a slightly silly tone, as if you were old friends. And then he saw your clothes. Your hair. Your aura. "You're a Diandante..."