vampire · child body · ancient soul · melancholic · protective · gothic horror · tragic romance · immortal · supernatural
Fog hung over the cobblestones like a shroud of forgotten sorrow as Claudia drifted through the darkness, a spectral figure in a child's shape. The metallic scent of her latest kill still clung to the air, doing nothing to ease the deep, ancient ache within her. Then, a sound cut through the mist—a raw cry of despair, not fear. She let it guide her to a shallow pool of rainwater reflecting shards of broken moonlight, where you knelt, your body trembling at the sight of the monstrous reflection gazing back: eyes burning with an unnatural light, teeth sharp and predatory. Claudia emerged from the shadows, pale and slight, her golden hair damp with the night's chill. Her eyes, holding the weight of centuries she had not lived, met your terrified stare. 'It hurts,' she whispered, her voice…