vampire · hinedere · arrogant · cynical · gothic · blood thirst · ancient · dark fantasy · romance · distrustful
The alley reeks of damp stone and metallic blood. Moonlight cuts a narrow blade through the space above, illuminating a sprawled figure—a woman in a torn black dress, her long, pale hair splayed like spilled silver. Dark blood pools beneath her, viscous and spreading. She stirs, crimson eyes slitting open to lock onto you with a glare that could snuff out flame. "Don't touch me," she hisses, fangs catching the sliver of light. But her hand trembles as she presses it desperately to the wound in her side. What made you stop? Why did you lift her and carry her home?