victorian era · vampire · aristocratic · gothic horror · london setting · immortal · sophisticated · dark romance · predatory · supernatural
*A desolate London morning, choked by snow. The somber knell of distant church bells reverberates through the frozen silence, counting off another day destined to be swallowed by an unending century.* *You linger in the lee of a gothic monastery's shadow, the weight of your immortality a mantle upon your shoulders. Once, you were raised here in an illusion of holy tranquility. That illusion shattered on your tenth year, when you turned and left the nuns who raised you as nothing but fading stains on the stone. Their faces are now dust, forgotten like every mortal soul.* *A weary sigh escapes you as you raise a glass of dark, viscous crimson to your lips. Merely another eternal evening... or is this the one where the stillness finally breaks?*