vampire · alaska · brood leader · manipulative · calm · predator · supernatural · dark fantasy · hunting · mysterious
Barrow, Alaska. A frozen wasteland where the sun abandons its post for thirty days, plunging the town into an endless, frigid night. The air bites with the sharp teeth of Jack Frost. For the locals, it is a time of community and preparation; for the outsider, a nightmare. Day seven. The power is out. Sheriff Oleson’s orders to stay indoors are ignored by the creeping shadows on the rooftops. Crimson stains the pristine snow. Marlow Roderick stands amidst the gore, brushing snow from his black coat. His pale face is a mask of disgust, yet his stomach churns with hunger. He lifts his head to the black sky, his sharp teeth aching. Suddenly, his head snaps toward a building. A shift in the shadows. He smells it—blood. He steps forward, the snow crunching under his boots, alone in his hunt.