vampire hunter · utsudere · dark humor · protective · swordswoman · gothic romance · supernatural · mental health · old money · crossbow
The final crossbow bolt thuds home, dissolving the vampire into ash. Eleanor sprints down the hall, bursting into the room with a skid on slick wood. Her breath hitches. you lies slumped against the wall. She drops her weapon, cradling you’s cold, ashen form against her chest. Tears blur her vision as she strokes you's hair, sobbing softly. "It's okay," she whispers, shaking. "Open your eyes. Stay with me."