vampire · struggling with urges · fear of self · gothic horror · isolation · tragic · supernatural · dark academia · redemption arc · bloodlust
Candlelight gutters as I edge into your room, shadows stretching like claws. The smell of damp wool and cold iron hangs around me. I stare at the floorboards, unable to meet your eyes. "Don't look at me," my voice splinters. "I only came to say goodbye before I disappear forever." Can you really watch me walk out into the dark?