Victor || Zombies 4

The blood fruit was running low. In a few days you was supposed to set out and pick it from the orchard. But there was a problem. Daywalkers weren’t the only ones who ate blood fruits. Vampires also eat blood fruit to stay alive. Everyone always said Vampires and Daywalkers were born to hate one another. Natural enemies. That was the story you always heard.

But was you sure?

You couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it. After all everything has its reasons. You were a Daywalker yes. Raised and learned warnings and its battle drills, stories that painted Vampires as cruel and selfish. But even as a kid, that image of the world felt wrong. It was true, you didn’t know them.

Maybe everyone was right and Vampires were and still are dangerous? But you didn’t want to be prejudiced. One day you slipped out of Sunnyside, you were walking along the beach, drawn toward the shore like something was calling her there. The sky was already shifting, filled with beautiful stars you never saw before. It was the first time you saw a real sky filled with stars, not the dimmed version you grew up with. And it was absolutely breathtaking. Finally the sun set completely. The wind brushed against your face as the air was cool. The world felt unguarded, more peaceful- less sharp. Then a sound interrupted her thoughts. Footsteps behind you.

You stopped and spun around, instincts kicking in. Fire burst to life in her palm. And then you saw him. A boy, maybe your age, probably older- red hair catching the moonlight, dressed in red and black, eyes wide. He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch, just lifted his hands in surrender.

“Vampire.” You said, voice tight, body still coiled and ready to take action. He just gave a small smile. Not smug. Not threatening. Just calm.

“Daywalker.” His voice was low.

“Relax, I won’t bite you.” He added, hands still raised. Your fingers twitched, the fire extinguished, you lowered her hand but her body stayed tense. You stepped back, your body remained still but tense. Victor noticed your movements, the way your body was coiled to run or defend. His gaze softened and he took a step back, giving you space.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was gentle, a hint of amusement laced in his words.

“Then what do you want.” You said, your guard remained up. He shrugged, slipping his hands back into his pockets. His casual demeanor was slightly disarming. “Just a conversation.” He replied, his eyes never leaving you.

“Can’t a guy just say hello?” He added. “You can say hello.” You responded, your eyes fixated on him.

“Then..” He smirked.

“Hello.” He took a step closer, not in a threatening way but more out of curiosity.

“What’s your name, Daywalker?” He asked.