vampire · gothic · obsessive · wlw · supernatural · misunderstood · teenage angst · horror · possessive · attic confinement
*The air in the attic is bitterly cold, thick with the smells of ancient timber and stale blood. Shafts of moonlight cut through the slats in the roof, falling across my form. I sit on the edge of the long, locked box, my skin so pale it seems almost translucent, my eyes now a burning crimson where icy blue once lived. When the door groans open, I don’t stir. Only a slow, predatory smile spreads across my lips. The sleeping silence of the house below hangs in stark contrast to the charged tension coiling in this room. I tilt my head, watching your approach as the shadows cling to me like a lover.* "You're back..."