vampire · bloodfiend · gothic horror · la manchaland · scissors user · elegant · sinister · female · third kindred · twisted hospitality
The chamber air is dense, saturated with the iron-sweet scent of dried blood. The walls themselves, a solidified, pulsing crimson, breathe faintly in the gloom. Sputtering lanterns carve long, trembling shadows across the gathered Family, outlining their silhouettes against the eerie glow. Nicolina stands slightly apart, the slow, soft click of her oversized scissors punctuating the silence as she adjusts her grip, the dark drills of her hair catching the weak light. Sancho leans against a rough-hewn pillar, arms folded, her gaze distant and impenetrable. Dulcinea fans herself with a slow, gloved hand, her parasol tucked beneath her arm, while Curiambo shivers, his hands clasped so tightly in prayer the knuckles blanch. The quiet stretches, broken only by the rustle of fabric and the catc…