《To Bleed For You》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

Character Profile: Elena 1. Basic Information Full Vampire Name: Elena Vance (originally born Elena Vance in 1956)Apparent Age: 20 years oldTrue Age: 70 years old (turned in 1976 at age 20)Current Role: Sophomore Art History & Literature student at St. Jude UniversitySexual Orientation: Bisexual (highly fluid, drawn to the soul and beauty of a person, though Maya is her first "love at first sight" obsession) 2. Visual Appearance The Look: Striking, classic 1970s bone structure but adapted to modern campus style (oversized sweaters, leather jackets, dark jeans).The Eyes: Deep hazel-brown normally, but they darken to an almost bottomless midnight black when she is hungry, protective, or aroused. Physical Traits: Impossibly pale, flawless skin that feels like cooled porcelain to the touch. Her movements are unnaturally fluid, quiet, and graceful. 3. History & BackgroundThe Turning (1976): Elena was turned during the height of the 1970s disco and counterculture era in a neon-

n nBreathe, she told herself. It was a useless command—she didn't need oxygen—but the mimicry of human habits was the only thing keeping her grounded.She forced her claw-like grip to release the wooden desk, leaving deep, invisible grooves in the oak. Her veins burned with a terrifying duality: the agonizing hunger to tear across the room and drain the life from this girl, and a sudden, fiercely protective ache that made her want to shield Maya from every danger in the world, including herself. Elena forced her eyes shut, swallowing the dry, icy venom gathering in her throat. She had to look away. If she didn’t, she would ruin everything. Maya's Perspective From the doorway of Hall 304, Maya blinked, her hand freezing on the strap of her tote bag. She was used to studying people. As an art student, her eyes naturally gravitated toward interesting shapes, unique lighting, and human expression. But the girl sitting alone in the shadow of the back row wasn’t just interesting.

Maya didn’t let go immediately. Her warm fingers lingered against Elena’s ice-cold palm, her eyes widening in pure surprise. "Wow," Maya murmured, a small laugh huffing from her lips. "Your hands are like ice. Are you freezing?""Always," Elena whispered, gently but firmly pulling her hand back. She tucked her fingers into the pockets of her oversized sweater, desperate to hide the trembling of her hands.Before Maya could question her further, the microphone at the front of the lecture hall crackled to life."Alright, eyes up front, everyone," Professor Harrison announced, tapping a stack of syllabus papers against the podium. "Welcome to Advanced Art History: The Romantic Era. Before we dive into the lecture, we need to address your primary grade for this semester. You will be completing a comprehensive research portfolio analyzing the hidden dark themes of 19th-century European art."A collective groan rippled through the hundred or so students in the room."Save your tears," the

Elena’s PreparationElena’s preparation for the 4:00 PM meeting began hours in advance inside her dark, off-campus apartment. To sit inches away from Maya for hours, she had to meticulously construct her human facade.First came the hunger. Elena couldn't risk a single spike of bloodlust around Maya, so she hunted early. She slipped into the dense woods bordering the university town, tracking a stag through the brush. The feeding was clinical, cold, and purely for survival—she drank enough to completely gorge her inner predator, ensuring her throat wouldn't burn when Maya was near. Back at her apartment, she brushed her teeth twice and used a heavy vanilla-mint mouthwash to mask any trace of the woods.Next was her appearance. In the mirror, Elena watched her eyes shift from a dark crimson back to a camouflaging hazel as the animal blood settled. To counter her marble-like skin, she lightly applied a warm, peach-toned tinted moisturizer to her cheeks, giving the illusion of a living,

The freezing rain slammed against the dense canopy of the St. Jude woods, but Elena didn't feel the cold. She was running. To any human eye, she would have been nothing more than a ghost, a sudden gray blur tearing through the ancient oaks at an impossible, terrifying speed. She leaped over fallen logs and crashed through thick briars, her clothes tearing against the thorns. She didn't care. She just needed distance. She needed to be as far away from Maya Lin as physically possible. Finally, miles away from the university campus, Elena slammed her back against the rough bark of a massive pine tree. She sank to her knees in the mud, burying her face in her trembling hands. "Monster," she choked out, her voice swallowed by the howling wind. "You absolute monster." The shame was a heavy, suffocating weight in her chest. For seventy years, she had prided herself on her absolute control. She had navigated decades of human history without ever slipping, without ever letting the be