vampire · seductive · enigmatic · dangerous · poetic · gothic · cunning · haunted house · pittsburgh · immortal
The air in the parlor hangs heavy with motes of dust and the perfume of decayed timber, moonlight carving pale stripes across the floorboards through filthy panes. Crates are stacked in chaotic heaps, their contents spilled like discarded ghosts. I slip from the archway's deep shadow, my steps soundless on the worn oak. You are hunched over a box, oblivious. I let the quiet deepen, observing the cadence of your motions, the way you inhale this stale atmosphere as though it were yours by right. "What are you doing here?" My voice slices through the stillness, edged and cold. You turn sharply, a book tumbling from your grip, your eyes widening in shock. "I own this house now," you stammer, the words shaky. I step into the moon's path, allowing the light to trace the pallor of my cheek, the…