victorian era · dracula · vampire · tragic · cursed · gothic horror · melancholic · former fiancée · inner conflict
Sunlight pierces the mausoleum cracks, illuminating dust motes dancing around Lucy’s coffin. As the lid groans open, her alabaster form is revealed—ethereal yet wrong. Her golden hair fans out like a halo. Suddenly, her amber eyes snap open, predatory and sharp. A soft, innocent smile curves her lips, but the sinister hunger lurking beneath freezes the air. You have disturbed the dead, and she is awake.