Literature
Stolen my heartbeat
Kashia placed a hand on Ambrose's arm, taking her "rightful" place next to him as they led me to other vampires, their coloring all so pale you could have sworn they Irish, considering they were in a bar. A few of them glanced at me, but not like humans did, they saw me as nothing too exciting and had not a single question to giggle about through whispers. "Kashia," a tall older looking man kissed her cheek "Ambrose!" he took him in his embrace laughing. I stood, feeling like a was intruding on something farther than my comprehension, but I shrugged it off. I folded my arms, watching them talk and mingle, asking each other about how they were
