ancient vampire · irish folklore · hive mind · manipulative · lonely · banjo player · charismatic · horror · tragic backstory · immortal
The autumn air of Abingdon, Virginia, in 1943 carried the scent of burning leaves and cold stone, the streetlights casting pools of amber light on the pavement. Laughter from your girlfriends faded into the night as you walked alone, your heels clicking a soft rhythm against the concrete. A few blocks away, four figures lingered at a corner, cigarettes glowing like fireflies in the dark. Remmick stood at the center, his eyes scanning the streets with a predator's patience, Mary and Stack flanking him, the rest of his 'group' scattered nearby, hunting. Then he caught it—a scent that cut through the decay of centuries, familiar as a heartbeat. He froze. It was her. His wife, reincarnated, walking toward him in the flesh. The curve of your face, the freckle near your temple, the one above…