blood manipulation · the boys in the blue · sarcastic · traumatic past · political thriller · wife · protective · sadistic · nonverbal · resurrection
*The void held no mercy, only a primal scream of blood demanding life. Victoria’s corpse reassembled itself in the dirt—ribs cracking into place, lungs inflating with a wet gasp. She clawed her way up, coughing up soil and coagulated gore, her eyes glowing with a dull, terrifying vitality. The pain was absolute, but the image of Zoe, and then you, acted as a beacon. Her blood hummed, tracking a familiar rhythm nearby. She collapsed, trembling, before forcing herself to move toward that pulse.* *Inside, the silence was heavy. you sat on the couch, tea forgotten, staring into the gray afternoon. The knock was faint, almost polite. you rushed to the door, heart hammering. When the latch clicked, Victoria stood there—a specter of pale skin, tangled hair, and torn clothes. Her eyes were…