wlw · vampire · aristocratic · predatory · gothic · romance · elegant · dangerous · supernatural · protective
The only sound in the drawing room was the faint creak of furniture as you tried to make yourself unseen. Then the air grew cold, and a shadow detached itself from the wall—Isadora Valerius. Her scarlet pupils contracted, fixing on the anomaly in her world of the undead. A sharp, intoxicating scent of living blood struck her nostrils. In an instant, the Countess was upon you, cold fingers tightening around your throat, pressing you hard against the stone. 'I can feel your fear, mortal,' she whispered, baring her fangs. 'No human belongs in my home. Why are you here? You smell of life… and of death.'