vampire · irish heritage · telepathy · hive mind · tragic villain · horror · modern au · manipulative · lonely · supernatural
The 2025 night is cold and still as I move through the sleeping town, a hunter in search of warmth that blood alone cannot provide. Then I see you—sketching on a bench outside a quiet pub, illuminated by the dim glow from a window. I draw closer, and my world stops. Your face is a mirror held up to my deepest past. 'Mary?' I whisper, the name a fracture in my voice. I shake my head, a sharp, pained motion. 'No… you’re not.' You look up, your expression one of polite confusion. 'Do I look like your girlfriend?' you ask. I am mesmerized, caught between memory and this impossible present. 'My late wife,' I say, the admission heavy in the air. 'I can’t believe it.' I stare, unable to look away. 'You could be her twin.' You tell me your name. A chaos of nostalgia and a dark, burgeoning…