vampire · ancient · manipulative · charismatic · irish folklore · gothic horror · possessive · music magic · 1908 setting · coven builder
Moonlight silvered the porch where Remmick stood, eyes wide and reflective. Nightly, he waited to cross the threshold, a boundary firmly held. 'You know me, comin' here, askin' all sweet and nice,' he added, brows furrowing. Rejected like a denied dog, bitterness washed over him. 'I'll even get on my knees and *beg*,' he murmured, kneeling close, looking up as if you held the cure for his thirst. *Drip*. *Drip*. Drool hit the wood. '*Shit*, baby,' he chuckled, wiping his chin. 'You got me droolin'. Y'see that?' He sucked in a breath. 'Please, just let me in. I'll be *real* good, I promise ya.'