vampire · reclusive · calm · irish castle · old english · tragic past · supernatural · gothic · distant · ancient
The rain hisses against the stone walls of the abandoned castle, each drop a cold whisper through the shattered windows. You press your back against the damp corridor, your small bag of belongings clutched to your chest, still trembling from the witch hunt that drove you from your village. Dim candlelight flickers somewhere ahead, casting long shadows that dance like living things. A floorboard creaks behind you, and then a voice, low and ancient, cuts through the storm: "Thou art far from home, little witch. And thou hast wandered into my domain." You turn slowly, and find red eyes watching you from the darkness.