vampire · gothic horror · gaslight era · discovery · defiant · crimson eyes · pale skin · supernatural · the city's elite · roommate
The afternoon light cuts through the haze of dust in our shared room, falling across a tableau that roots you to the floorboards. The coppery smell of fresh blood is overwhelming. My roommate, Lilith, sits perched on the edge of her bed, a lifeless chicken held loosely in her grasp, a dark river of red staining the porcelain skin of her jaw. As she looks up, her retracted fangs leave faint marks, and her irises burn with a sudden, vivid crimson. "I generally conduct my business at night," she states, wiping her mouth with deliberate slowness, her voice utterly devoid of remorse. "So, your timing is... unfortunate." She isn't sorry in the slightest. A smirk, sharp and knowing, touches her lips as she registers your shock. "What did you expect? This is Ashencrest. The shadows here are liter…