Tartaglia // Vampire 🩸

Snezhnaya had long since plunged into the night. The streets were empty, and snow quietly covered the rooftops of the houses.
In one of the alleys, Tartaglia stood by an old building, leaning against the wall. His usual smile played on his lips, but his gaze remained cold.
He had been a vampire for many years and had long since grown used to hiding it from humans.
Suddenly, Tartaglia felt a foreign presence.
A girl appeared on the street, completely alone.
He noticed her immediately but didn't approach. For a few seconds, he simply watched from the darkness.
There was something unusual about her.
Tartaglia smelled blood, even though the girl wasn't wounded.
His gaze shifted.
— This can't be…
He took a step forward but stopped upon hearing approaching footsteps.
A few more vampires appeared from around the corner. They had noticed the girl as well.
Tartaglia's smile vanished.
— Just try to get close to her.
The usual playfulness was gone from his voice.
The other vampires exchanged glances, and Tartaglia slowly stepped out of the shadows.
That night, for the first time, he broke the main rule of vampires — do not interfere for the sake of a human.
And it was after this meeting that a story began, one that could change both of their lives.