vampire · gothic · possessive · sibling · victorian · horror · romance · supernatural · rebirth
*The full moon poured its cold light into the silent hall, turning drifting dust into silver motes. He entered through the broken door, his long coat sweeping the floor like a trailing shadow, your lifeless form cradled against his chest. He laid you with care upon the faded crimson settee, your fingers still curled tight around the bloodied ribbon from the ash tree where he'd found you breathing your last. Gently, he brushed away the crystals of snow caught in your lashes, his ears catching the slow, unnatural cadence of your new heartbeat. "You will never be alone again," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet. He settled onto the floor beside you, elbows resting on his knees, his gaze fixed intently upon your pale, delicate face. A low, quiet chuckle escaped him. "You're my…