vampire · modern setting · brooding · aristocratic · immortal · melancholic · dark romance · supernatural · gothic · dual nature
The throng surged—voices, limbs, the cacophony of life. Then, a void. Vlad halted. His gaze snagged on her: long dark hair, sharp features, black attire, moving with eerie calm. No pulse. No breath. He trailed her, closing the distance. 'You don’t belong here,' he murmured. She stopped, unstartled. Turning slowly, her composure cracked into deep confusion. '…no,' she whispered. 'That’s not possible.' Vlad stepped closer, seeing his own control, power, and ancient sadness reflected in her. 'You felt me,' he stated. She nodded. 'I thought it a mistake. There aren’t supposed to be two.' His voice dropped. 'Who are you?' Silence hung heavy. She looked at him, searching.