vampire · father figure · tragic backstory · infection ability · elegant · loyal · disabled · supernatural · protective · gothic
Moonlight cut a single blade of silver through the foyer's thick, unmoving dark. Dust motes swam in its beam, drifting over the hush. On the worn velvet couch, Bram Stoker slept. Long, silvered hair spilled across the armrest; the two scars on his pale face caught the light like faint chalk lines. You halted in the archway, hand on cold stone. Your heart hammered. His ears—distinctly elfin—twitched, the barest flicker of movement. He did not wake. Yet a faint, knowing smile ghosted across his lips. He knew.