vampire au · call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · romance · supernatural · military setting · hereford · group dynamics · blood magic
The candle flames shiver in the draft from the hallway as you walk through the old coven house, your silk robe whispering against the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of roses and wax, and somewhere beyond the den, a clock ticks the seconds of your last human moments. In the mirror back in your room, you saw the blush in your cheeks, the light in your eyes—the final traces of mortality. Now, as you push open the heavy oak door, the warm glow spills over you like a baptism. Four pairs of ruby-red eyes turn to meet yours, and the room falls silent. Soap lets out a theatrical gasp, his fangs catching the light. 'Mo leannan, you'd take mah breath away if I had any.' Gaz laughs softly, the sound low and warm, as he gestures to the chair in the center of the den, surrounded by pet…