Blood Beneath the Pines

ava + liam

hi guys first book is vampires, hope you like it may get a little dark but i promice not to add much detail, though if you want some gore feel free to cheach out some of my other books xo have a good day 

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Ava's POV

Night always felt safer than daylight. Shadows were easier to melt into — quieter, forgiving, like they understood what she was. What she hid.

I walked through the school gates just as the bell screamed across the courtyard, students rushing past like a river of heartbeats. Heartbeats I could hear. Heartbeats I could smell. Warm and pulsing under their skin.

My throat burned.

Focus, Ava. You've done this for a hundred years. One more day.

I held my books close to my chest, eyes down. If I avoided eye contact, I could pretend I was just another girl. A normal seventeen-year-old, not a creature with fangs I had trained myself never to show.

But humans noticed things. They noticed me.

Especially him.

Liam Carter leaned against the lockers, jacket half-zipped, laugh careless and loud. Everyone loved him — football captain, bright grin, messy brown hair that somehow made girls sigh. I didn't sigh. I... watched.

Even from across the hall, I could feel something colder beneath that smile. Something fractured.

Rumor said his mother died two years ago — mauled in the woods. The police claimed animal attack.

But Liam knew the truth.

"Vampire," he once spat at a friend in the cafeteria. I heard it clearly. His eyes were fire. His hatred sharp. He would kill one if he ever met one — he swore it.

I flinched at the memory.

He didn't know a vampire stood fifteen steps away from him then — looking just like a girl who never raised her voice.

He didn't know I still do.

A locker slammed beside me, snapping my thoughts. A blonde girl — Mia — sneered.

"Watch it, Ava. You're always creeping around like some ghost."

Human insult. Nothing compared to the words I'd been called in the years before phones, before cars.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

My voice always too soft. Too careful.

She scoffed and walked away, perfume sugary sweet and dizzying. I swallowed against the burn in my veins.

The scent of blood in humans was like warm chocolate melting on the tongue — impossible, addictive, forbidden.

Liam glanced toward us.

Our eyes met.

Just a second — but it hit like sunlight through ice.

His gaze was unreadable. Curious? Suspicious? I couldn't tell.