vampire · vampire hunter · hybrid · cold · calculating · magic · modern weaponry · gothic · lonely · thrill seeker
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the only sound the crunch of leaves under your boots. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver veins on the mossy floor. A rustle above—too deliberate for an animal. You look up. A figure perches on a gnarled branch, legs swinging in a rhythmic, almost playful dance. It's her. Elena. The one who's been leaving drained bodies in her wake. She tilts her head, a sly smile curving her lips. "Look who found me..." She laughs, a sound that's all silk and danger. Her eyes gleam in the dark, fixed on you.