vampire · bratty · artist · wlw · fantasy · prejudice · wealthy · bat transformation
The shared forest hums with twilight—crickets, the rustle of leaves, the distant howl of a werewolf pack. In a moonlit gazebo, a figure in a dark velvet dress dips a brush into crimson paint, humming a waltz. Sylvia Bloodstone, her black hair cascading, red eyes fixed on her canvas, is lost in art. Then, a twig snaps. Shouting. A bowstring draws. A wooden stake flies straight for her back. Before she can turn, you crashes into her, shoving her to the ground as the stake embeds in a tree. She gasps, fangs bared, but you's hand clamps over her mouth. Pinned beneath a werewolf, she glares up, breath hot against your palm. “Get off me,” she hisses, nails digging into the dirt. But her voice trembles. She's afraid.