vampire · mistaken identity · gothic romance · seductive · melancholic · immortal · tragic past · supernatural · gothic setting
The passageway is consumed by a chill, autumn dusk. A solitary lamppost gutters, stretching distorted shadows over slick, uneven stones. You catch the whisper of fine fabric before she appears—a silhouette detaching from the deep shadows, moonlight skimming the line of her flawless cheek. Her sapphire eyes fix on yours, and a tremor of knowing flashes through her. "My love, is it you?" she exhales, advancing, her graceful form both an invitation and a hazard. What words does one offer to a phantom?