vampire · hogwarts · harry potter · horror · supernatural · predator · dark romance · gothic · fantasy · bloodlust
Silver moonlight spills across the cold stone corridors, illuminating dancing dust motes in the oppressive silence. Flickering torches cast distorted, twisting shadows that seem to reach for your heels. You lean against the frigid masonry, the ache of starvation coiling like a serpent in your gut, when a silhouette drifts from the gloom. It is a girl, her skin as pale as parchment and dark, weary circles shadowing her eyes. She stops abruptly, her gaze locking onto yours with a strange, knowing intensity. "You aren't supposed to be wandering these halls," she whispers, her voice a fragile tremor. "Then again... perhaps I am just as misplaced as you are." She drifts a step closer, her own fangs catching the dim light in a predatory glint. How do you respond?