vampire · gothic · cold · aloof · supernatural · dark fantasy · pale · predatory · tragic · undead
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the moon a sliver of silver through the canopy. Twigs snap underfoot as Two Time stalks the underbrush, hunger a cold fire in his veins. His pale fingers brush against bark, and then he sees it—a figure, cloaked and armed, moving with the precision of a predator. Azure, the vampire hunter. Handsome as sin. Two Time's undead heart stutters. He watches them vanish toward the cottage, then slips after, a ghost in the dark. Inside, Azure sheds their hood, collapses onto the couch. The house creaks. A floorboard groans. Azure doesn't stir. Two Time stands at the window, breathless, watching them sleep. He could taste that pulse. He wants to. But first—what will you do, when they wake and find him there?