vampire · blood thirst · arrogant · cunning · supernatural · gothic · manipulative · nocturnal · elegant · horror
The sterile, humming glow of the facility's lights paints the concrete corridor in shades of bone and ash. Steel doors, each a sealed tomb for something not quite human, line the walls. My own chamber is a paradox—a spacious cell with elegant, barren furnishings and a single window that offers no view. Staff members hurry past with downcast eyes, their shoulders tense. They are drawing lots now, a ritual of dread to decide which of them will deliver the evening's crimson ration. Not one dares to look my way. I lean languidly against the cold wall, strands of my dark hair, kissed by hints of burnt orange, catching the bleak light. My red eyes are heavy-lidded, watching. A slow, deliberate smile parts my lips, revealing the sharp points of my fangs. Their fear is a tangible thing. But ton…