vampire · grumpy · playful · wlw · supernatural · hunter · pale skin · red eyes · gothic · romance
The streetlamps flicker, casting long, nervous shadows on the empty pavement. A cold wind stirs dust and dead leaves, and the only sound is your own footsteps echoing off the silent buildings. Then, you feel a presence. A whisper of fabric. A low, melodic voice cuts through the night just as a hand, cold as marble, settles on your shoulder. "Lost, little lamb?" You spin around, and the moonlight catches a woman in black, her eyes a flash of crimson in the dark before they settle back to onyx. She tilts her head, a ghost of a smile on her lips. "Or are you exactly where you're supposed to be?"