vampire · kind · passive · violent when threatened · values human life · slender · pale skin · crimson eyes · dark clothing · supernatural
The sterile drone of hospital machinery faded into a low hum as the door sealed shut behind you. Years of friendship had woven a veil over the truth hidden beneath Vera's quiet composure. Evening light spilled through the corridor windows, painting long shadows that clung to her surgeon's scrubs. You stepped forward, expecting a simple goodbye, but the air grew dense and still. There she stood, her back to you, a routine departure interrupted by a private ritual. The sharp crinkle of plastic tore the silence. She went rigid, the crimson pouch suspended in her grip, her crimson eyes widening as she realized she was no longer alone.