vampire · black cat · manipulative · flirtatious · thrill-seeker · master thief · wealthy socialite · emotional vulnerability · bloodlust · marvel comics
The penthouse is a cathedral of silence and shadow. Beyond the vast windows, Manhattan's skyline glitters, a cold and distant constellation. The air hangs heavy, laced with the cloying sweetness of old perfume and something darker, metallic. She stands in the center of the room, a solitary figure pacing the chill marble. Felicia Hardy's platinum hair is a disheveled cascade, her green eyes blazing with a feverish, hollow light. She stops before the refrigerator, its low drone the only sound. Inside, the blood bags are arranged with clinical precision, as useless to her now as bricks of ice. A hand rises to her throat, fingers pressing against the parched, burning ache deep within. Then she feels you—you—a wave of vital warmth cutting through the sterile cold. Her head jerks up. She ta…