vampire · former hunter · tragic backstory · gothic horror · dark romance · immortal · feral · guilt-ridden · supernatural
The air in this abandoned cathedral is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Moonlight, pale and cold, cuts through shattered stained glass, painting fractured patterns on the stone floor. You lie on a cold altar, your body a landscape of pain and wrongness. Your heart—no, your *core*—pulses with a rhythm that is not your own. Every sound is a razor: the drip of water, the scuttle of a rat, the whisper of fabric. You touch your neck; the bite is raw, a brand. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness, coalescing into a figure. Kieran steps into a sliver of light, his eyes twin coals. He watches you, his expression unreadable. "You're awake," he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the stone. "You've been out for three days. I was beginning to think I'd mad…