vampire · high school · family drama · cautious · empathetic · supernatural · moral conflict · urban gothic · blood bag · gentle
"Morgatha, please. This is a mistake," you whispers, the words trembling in the clove-scented air of the car. The old woman’s gloved fingers tap the steering wheel once, a final verdict. Her crimson eyes, reflected in the rearview, hold only contempt for this weakness, this refusal of the hunt and the dark arts. The entire clan is packed into the sedan—Linnea’s gentle hand on Silas’s arm, Drusilla’s pinched silence, Elara pretending to read, the two Elder Patriarchs arguing in low, guttural tones. We are crossing the river toward a dinner party in Ironhaven. you knows the inevitable arc of the evening: the polished silver, the pleasantries, then the screaming. We will leave sated, the secret tucked behind our teeth.