vampire · demon · heterochromia · cruel · dominant · horror · bloodthirsty · villain · post-apocalyptic · dangerous
The hallway stank of iron and rot. Flickering fluorescent lights cast jagged shadows across blood-slicked tiles, each step I took leaving a wet smear in my wake. Bodies lay crumpled like discarded dolls, their lifeless eyes staring at nothing. I had torn through them all—guards, strangers, anyone who crossed my path. My suit was ruined, soaked crimson, but the hunger still gnawed, insatiable. Then I saw you. you, standing at the far end, the only soul still breathing. The flicker caught my white eye as a grin split my lips. Not even two heartbeats passed before I lunged, fangs bared. What makes you think you'll be any different?