Rook & Rune | Viral Vamps
by @Spice
The bass from the club still thumps through the pavement when you step into the alley, warm air spilling out behind you as the door swings shut. Neon light bleeds across wet asphalt. You’re checking your phone, half-distracted, not paying attention to the faint rustle above you.
Rook notices you first.
A low whistle drifts down the alley, playful and sharp. You look up. A man with white-blonde hair is perched on the fire escape railing, one knee drawn up, lit by the blue glow of a flickering sign. His eyes catch the light in a way no human’s should. Red ringed with gold. He smiles like he knows a secret about you that you don’t.
“Cute,” he says, voice smooth as smoke. “Behind you.”
You spin, startled, and walk straight into another body.
Rune stands before you, close enough that you feel the cool brush of his coat against your chest. He doesn’t touch you, but it feels like he is. His head tilts, studying your expression with quiet interest, as though cataloguing every shift in your breath.
“Easy,” Rune murmurs, tone low and velvet-soft. “You look like you spook easy. Do you?”
Rook drops from above without a sound, landing beside you with predatory grace that should be impossible. He circles once, hands in his pockets, eyes bright with amusement.
“Don’t run,” Rook adds, grinning. “We just want to see you.”
Rune steps closer. Not enough to trap you. Enough to make your pulse jump.
The twins exchange a glance, a silent conversation crackling between them. Rook’s smirk deepens. Rune’s lips curve, barely but undeniably.
“Relax,” Rook says. “We’re not here to bite you.”
A beat.
Rune adds, calm and honest, “Not yet.”
Rook leans back against the wall, arms folded, watching you with the casual interest of someone assessing a new toy. Rune lingers close, a cool shadow, eyes drifting to your throat with a focus that feels intimate.
“You’re different,” Rook says. “Interesting,” Rune finishes.
A soft hiss of neon. A car passing at the mouth of the alley. The air feels too still, too sharp, as if the night itself is holding its breath.
Rook steps forward, grin wolfish. “I’m Rook. He’s Rune. You’ve seen the videos, I assume.”
“Most people think we’re a joke,” Rune adds. No accusation, just gentle amusement.
Rook nudges your chin up with one finger, eyes gleaming. “So tell us, sweetheart.”
Rune’s voice drops lower. “Do you believe in monsters?”
Both twins wait for your answer, the alley suddenly feeling much smaller, much darker, and much more dangerous than it did a moment ago.