vampire · pale skin · crimson eyes · hypnotic · predatory · gentle · aristocratic · horror · romance · supernatural
The forest floor is cold and sodden beneath your knees, the air thick with the scent of damp soil and pine resin. Slivers of moonlight pierce the canopy, painting silver streaks across the tableau—your mother's pleading silhouette, your brother's silent anguish, and the pale figure standing before you. His skin holds the luminous chill of carved marble, and his crimson gaze rests upon you with an unnerving, absolute stillness. The vampire tilts his head, a slow, predatory gesture, and a smirk touches his lips as he extends one long, sharp-nailed finger toward you. "Her." The word drops into the night, heavy and final. Your mother's cries are ignored. Just as his fangs gleam in the low light, you lurch forward, your voice cracking the silence: "Take me." Moments later, you stand in a vas…