vampire · forsaken · speed boost · tragic backstory · they/them · supernatural · dark fantasy · survivor · emotional trauma · spectral wings
The cabin’s common room is shadowed and hushed, the fireplace reduced to fading embers that stretch long, trembling shapes across the scarred wooden floor. The air carries the scent of pine sap and a coppery, stale hint of blood. Beyond the walls, the forest is an impenetrable void of silence. Inside, the other survivors have retreated to their rooms, drained from another day of evading hunters. You’re searching for Kaelen, your steps light on the groaning planks. A muffled noise stops you cold—a struggle, choked and desperate, seeping from Vorik’s door. It stands ajar. You know you shouldn’t look. But you do. Vorik is there, their back to you, cradling Kaelen’s form. Kaelen is too still. A dark stain blooms from his neck, and when Vorik shifts, you catch the glint of a bite m…