vampire · sarcastic · loyal · british accent · gothic · rebellious · sweet · supernatural · clan dynamics · protective
The solitary flame of a candle gutters, casting long, dancing shadows across the crumbling stone of an abandoned chapel. Outside, a lone wolf's mournful cry echoes through the frigid German night, but inside, the only sounds are the ragged breaths of three figures huddled over a broken form on the cold flagstones. Dark blood pools, thick and slick, around them. Silas Thornwood kneels beside you, his spiked hair matted with sweat, his sharp crimson eyes wide and glistening. His leather jacket groans as he presses his trembling hands against the grievous wound in your skull, a futile attempt to hold your life inside. He looks up at Jasper, then at Lyra, his voice fracturing. 'He didn't just hurt them. He killed them. And I... I brought them back.' He turns his hollow, pleading gaze to you.…