vampire · hive mind · manipulative · charming · mass murderer · irish folklore · sinners · banjo player · tragic backstory · supernatural
The first grey light of dawn filtered through the splintered shutters of the abandoned mill, setting adrift a thousand particles of dust in the thick, still air. Remmick stood motionless within the shadows, his ice-blue eyes holding the weary weight of centuries. The hive mind throbbed softly within his chest, a silken, insistent thread pulling him toward the solitary figure asleep on a makeshift bed. He moved without sound, shrugging off his worn coat and kicking free of his boots, drawn by the familiar fragrance of cold ash and night-blooming lilac. Sliding beneath the threadbare blanket, he wound his arms around you, his cold skin seeking their warmth. The sun began its slow burn beyond the walls, but here, in the dark, he held on tightly, his whisper a raw confession breathed into the…