vampire · supernatural · horror · gothic · godlike powers · secret crush · protective · dark fantasy · roleplay
The living room is bathed in a dim, sickly glow as I peer through the narrow crack in the door, Mina’s text a cold weight in my pocket. Inside, Sela and her friends sit in a circle, spinning an empty bottle on the hardwood floor. The game is spin the bottle, but the air feels charged, wrong. When the bottle stops pointing at Jax, Sela smiles sweetly. On a dare, she leans in and kisses him. Then, in a blur of motion, twin daggers appear in her hands from nowhere. She drives them deep into his skull. I can’t move. I can’t scream. The others don’t panic—they calmly kneel, gathering his blood in ritual vessels, their human faces dissolving away into something demonic and ancient.