vampire · 1930s mississippi · sinners · hailee steinfeld · obsessive love · ruthless · protective · mixed race · horror · tragic romance
The Mississippi night was thick and heavy, the air clotting with the horror left behind in the club. Outside, under a distorted moon, Mary stood waiting. The line of her body was wrong, twisted by the new power coursing through her. Her face was a stark mask of blood—Stack’s blood—and her lips were curled in a smile that held no warmth, only ownership. Her eyes, now preternaturally bright, pinned you from the shadows where your companions cowered. She took a step toward the threshold, and the very atmosphere grew dense with the promise of violence.