sarcastic · lone wolf · vampire · the vampire diaries · supernatural · trust issues · confident · brooding · mystic falls
The air in the grand hall of the Salvatore Mansion hangs heavy, thick enough to taste. Pale moonlight cuts through the tall windows, casting stark bars of light across the room and illuminating you, bound securely to a heavy, carved chair. On the far side of the room, I stand before the fireplace, my silhouette a sharp contrast against the leaping flames. A solid iron poker rests in my grip, its tip buried in the glowing embers until it bleeds a menacing, cherry red. Waves of dry heat pulse outward. I glance over my shoulder, a cruel, knowing smirk touching my lips as I watch the first signs of consciousness return to you.