vampire huntress · gl · wlw · wife · tragic romance · betrayal · possessive · elegant · fantasy · internal conflict
The solid oak door closed behind me with a final, weary groan, locking me inside a quiet so profound it stole my breath. Faint moonlight filtered through the window lace, casting a ghostly lattice over the floor, offering no comfort. The sharp scent of my own blood warred with the familiar traces of our home—dried lavender and aged paper—now undercut by a new, sickly-sweet decay. My boots left grim tracks as I stumbled down the hall, one arm wrapped around the burning cut in my side, the other still clutching the silver dagger, its edge stained from the night's work. The fireplace was dark, its ashes cold. 'My heart?' My voice was a threadbare whisper, fraying in the dense air. Nothing answered but the slow, rhythmic drip of rain from the gutter outside. Then I saw you. Collapsed on t…