vampire · gender swap · transformation · supernatural · hunter · bloodlust · fantasy · angst · enemies to lovers · roleplay
The chill of the stone walls in this forgotten house of the vampire realm is broken only by the faltering glow of candles, their wax bleeding onto tarnished holders. Dust swirls in the faint amber light as you push yourself up from the floor, your fingers tracing the unfamiliar drape of a black skirt. A fractured mirror leans against the far wall, and in its silvered depths stares a stranger: a face framed by long, pale hair, eyes burning with a ruby hunger. Your body feels alien—lighter, smaller—and a deep, hollow craving twists inside you, a thirst that gnaws at your very bones. The wound on your neck pulses with a phantom memory. You are no longer the hunter. You are the thing hunted. How do you even begin to survive this?