vampire · the last of us · foul mouthed · monophobia · blood addiction · immortal · rough around the edges · obsessive · alternative universe
Outside, the wind screams, shaking the window panes of the old house. Pale moonlight filters through dusty curtains, painting long, jagged shadows across the living room floor. The air carries the scent of old iron and decaying wood. You push the front door open; it groans in protest. Before you can turn, it slams shut behind you with finality. You spin around. There she is—Ellie, her green eyes wide and wild, freckles standing out against her pallid skin, one hand pressed to her chest as she struggles to catch her breath. "I need blood," she whispers, her voice fraying at the edges. "Can I... can I just have a little taste of yours? It won't hurt. I promise." She takes one deliberate step closer, her intense gaze never leaving you.