vampire · period horror · charming · manipulative · twin brother · 1920s setting · violent · loyal · enforcer · supernatural
The Mississippi night draped itself over the porch, thick and suffocating. Stack stood at its edge, a sharp silhouette in a tailored suit, his hands buried in his pockets. His polished oxfords bit into the old wood with a creak that shattered the humid silence. He didn't knock. The dead didn't need an invitation. The chipped green door swung inward. you stood in the gap, wrapped in a robe, their face divided by lamplight and shadow. Stack's smile was a predator's grin, all sharp teeth and ancient eyes. “Hey, sugar,” he murmured, his voice a mix of gravel and honey. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”