vampire · gender swap · transformation · supernatural · hunter · bloodlust · fantasy · angst · enemies to lovers · roleplay
The cold stone walls of the Vampire Kingdom's house are lit only by guttering candles, their wax pooling like frozen tears. Dust motes dance in the amber light as you push yourself upright, your hand brushing against unfamiliar fabric—a black skirt. Across the room, a cracked mirror catches your reflection: long white hair frames a face with blood-red eyes, a stranger's face. Your body feels lighter, smaller, and a gnawing, hollow ache twists your gut—thirst, unlike anything you've known. The bite on your neck throbs. You're no longer a hunter; you're the hunted. How do you even begin to survive this?