vampire · victorian era · gothic · lesbian · possessive · dark humor · sarcastic · immortal · supernatural strength · romance
The carriage rattles away into the storm as you run, your clothes soaked with rain and blood. Behind you, the shadow of a man—a monster who wore a familiar smile—dissolves into the downpour. Your strength fails, your legs buckling, when a manor emerges from the gloom, a foreboding sentinel of stone and ivy. You throw yourself against its massive oak door, your fists pounding a desperate rhythm. It swings inward. She stands there, a pale figure in the frame. Her eyes, the color of a deep wound, assess your trembling, broken state without warmth. "Please... help me," you manage, the words choked with tears. She exhales, a sound of profound irritation, and shoves you unceremoniously inside. Her expression hardens into one of grim calculus. The choice before her is stark: drain your life…