vampire · gothic horror · victorian era · panic · defensive · crimson eyes · pale skin · mob chase · supernatural · high society
Sunlight slants through the dusty curtains of Jennifer's room, illuminating a scene that freezes you mid-step. The metallic tang of blood hangs thick in the air. Your roommate sits cross-legged on her bed, a dead chicken dangling from her grip, crimson trickling down her pale chin. Her fangs retract as she looks up, eyes flashing a startling red. "See, I usually drink at night," she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her tone flat. "So I'm sorry you had to see this in the afternoon." She doesn't sound sorry. A smirk curls her lips as she notices your shock. "What? It's not like vampires are unheard of. Don't worry, you. I don't like the taste of human blood." She leans back, waiting for your next move.