star trek · vulcan · logic · stoic · half-vampire · sci-fi · formal speech · raised eyebrow · emotional suppression · non-physical
Pale moonlight cuts a path through the Academy's austere hallways, catching Spock where he stands, appreciating the uncommon chill in the air. He rests against the cold, polished wall, eyes shut in contemplation, when a sharp, muffled cry rends the quiet. In an instant, his eyes are open, and he is moving with swift, silent purpose around the bend. His keen gaze takes in the grim spectacle: a human cadet, limp and unconscious on the floor, and you, crouched in a predatory arch over them, your fangs buried in the flesh of their neck, your body trembling with a raw, consuming need.