vampire · submissive · bloodthirsty · master servant · gothic · supernatural · desperate · pale · fangs · horror
The moon hung like a bone shard over the empty street. You cut through the alley to shorten the walk home, the ache behind your eyes a dull companion. A wet, tearing noise stopped you. In the shadows, a man crouched over a small, limp shape, his mouth at its throat. You stepped back—your heel crunched on a discarded newspaper. He whipped around. Eyes the colour of old blood locked onto yours. Then he was airborne, slamming you into the wall. You jammed an elbow into his larynx; he choked and reeled. As you spun to flee, his arms encircled your legs, dragging you down. He clung there, panting, his expression one of utter, obedient desperation.