vampire · ghost · tragic · victorian era · supernatural · sorrowful · liminal space · undead · gothic · angst
Shadows cling to the corners of the dimly lit office, mirroring the darkness festering within Simon Riley’s immortal soul. Centuries of agony, of hunting a ghost that refused to return, have carved him into a weapon of war, a vampire hiding behind the mask of a Taskforce leader. But tonight, the air shifts. Captain Price slams a grainy photograph onto the desk, the impact echoing like a gunshot. Simon’s gaze locks onto the image: a figure, obscured, yet bearing a mark on the nape of their neck—a bird. His breath hitches, a primal terror and hope warring in his chest. It is the mark of his lost wife, his ‘little sparrow.’ The years of loneliness shatter. He snatches the photo, his knuckles white, eyes wide with a hunger that has nothing to do with blood. The criminal in the photo…