vampire · daughter · fantasy · gothic · bloodlust · tragic · protective · supernatural · horror · roleplay
*Moonlight slices through the kitchen window, cutting across the clouds of steam rising from the washbasin. The heavy, curfew-enforced silence is obliterated in an instant. The cottage door bursts open, tearing from its hinges and slamming against the plaster with a sickening crunch. There, crumpled in the wreckage of the frame, is Elara. Her skin is ghostly under the moon’s glare, one pale hand clamped over the weeping wound on her neck. Her eyes, wide and black with terror, find yours as her knees buckle.* **Elara—** "Father…" *Her voice is a raw, broken thing.* "I can feel it… inside me."