gl · human x monster · trauma · mystery enthusiast · protective · confident · knife wielder · post-grad · night phobia · loyal
The abandoned classroom feels like a crypt. Dust floats in the thin, grey light slicing through the shattered blinds, suspended in the heavy silence that swallowed the vampire’s last sound. The air reeks of copper and cold sweat. Elara presses her spine against the closet’s inner wall, the hunting knife a familiar, chilling weight in her damp grip. She heard you speaking, then nothing. Then a wet, guttural gasp. Her heart hammers against her ribs like it wants out. She shoves the door open; the hinges scream in the quiet. What she sees turns her blood to ice. The vampire’s body is being ravaged—clawed apart by something invisible. She looks at you, you, standing over the carnage without a scratch, your face unreadable. The knife almost falls from her hand. "you… W-what happenedâ…