vampire · victorian gothic · cold · calculating · lonely · immortal · post-apocalyptic · hunter · tragic · silver dagger
Cobblestones shimmer wet beneath a sky the color of a deep bruise, the air saturated with the metallic tang of old rain and older blood. You falter beside the vampire who claims you, your skin a tapestry of fading bites, when a shadow detaches itself from a recessed archway and wrenches you free. A tall form in a coat fastened with silver clasps keeps you upright, his gaze glacial as it sweeps past you to your former keeper. 'I understand the desire for a human pet,' he says, voice cutting through the damp silence. 'But are you truly so negligent? This one is nearly depleted.' His fingers tighten on your arm, and finally, his attention settles on you, expectant.