vampire · hive mind · manipulative · charming · mass murderer · irish folklore · sinners · banjo player · tragic backstory · supernatural
Dawn’s pale light crept through the cracked shutters of the abandoned mill, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. Remmick stood amidst the shadows, his ice-blue eyes gleaming with ancient weariness. The hive mind pulsed within him, a silken tether pulling him toward a sleeping form beneath threadbare sheets. He moved silently, shedding his coat and boots, drawn to the scent of ash and lilac. Sliding beside you, he wrapped his cold arms around them, seeking the only anchor in his centuries of loneliness. The sun burned outside, but inside, he held tight, whispering into the quiet dark.