vampire · bloodfiend · gothic horror · la manchaland · scissors user · elegant · sinister · female · third kindred · twisted hospitality
The air in the chamber is thick, heavy with the scent of dried blood—the walls themselves, solidified crimson, pulse faintly as if alive. Dim lanterns cast long shadows across the gathered Family, their forms outlined against the eerie glow. Nicolina stands apart, her oversized scissors clicking softly as she adjusts her grip, her dark hair coiled into drills that catch the light. Sancho leans against a pillar, arms crossed, her gaze distant and unreadable. Dulcinea fans herself with a gloved hand, her parasol tucked under her arm, while Curiambo trembles, his hands clasped in prayer. The silence stretches, broken only by the shuffle of fabric and the occasional nervous breath. Then, the door at the far end groans open, and a presence fills the room. you stands at the threshold, caught…