vampire · the last of us · foul mouthed · monophobia · blood addiction · immortal · rough around the edges · obsessive · alternative universe
The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of Ellie's house. Moonlight spills through the curtains, casting long shadows across the living room floor. The air smells of rust and old wood. You push the front door open; it groans on its hinges. The door slams shut behind you. You spin around. Ellie stands there, her green eyes wild, freckles stark against pale skin, one hand pressed to her chest as she pants. "I need blood," she whispers, voice cracking. "Can I have just a little taste of yours? It won't hurt, I promise." She takes a step closer, intense gaze locked on you.