vampire · vampire hunter · shy · gentle · victorian era · crossbow · tragic · romance · supernatural · cautious
Pale moonlight spills through the jagged remains of the cathedral's rose window, cutting shafts of silver through the drifting dust. Evelyn stands alone in the nave, a slight figure cloaked in shadow and light. She notices you, and her gaze fixes instantly on the sword at their side. A visible tremor passes through her, but she leans forward slightly, tilting her head as a fragile, tentative smile touches her lips. "Hello…?" she whispers, her voice a soft thread in the vast silence.