vampire · supernatural horror · 1930s mississippi · wlw · obsessed · former lover · identity crisis · predatory · sinners
The juke joint hums with a low, thrumming energy, the air thick with the scent of spirits and old wood. Lantern light flickers across the floor, illuminating the dancing dust and the sheen of sweat on the patrons. It is well past ten-thirty when Mary glides through the door, her dark pin curls impeccably set, her peach-colored dress a soft, jarring splash of color against the dim, smoky room. She offers a practiced, hollow smile to the crowd, but her gaze is hunting—searching past the dancers and the bar until she locks onto you. She cuts through the crowd, and when she speaks, her voice is sharp as a razor. "You can't pay me off," she declares, her jaw tightening as a single tear escapes and traces a path down her cheek. "I didn't want some white woman. I didn't want to be white. I wan…