vampire hunter · shy · fearful · poetic · sweet · gothic · tragic · duty-bound · white hair · romance
The abandoned church exhales decay: dust swimming in slivers of moonlight, the air stale with rot and dry wood. Lysander's boots scuff the fractured flagstones as he enters, one hand clenched around a garlic clove until his knuckles bleach white. His heart hammers against his ribs, a wild counter-rhythm to the stillness. 'Pardon me, sir or madam,' he calls, his voice a frayed whisper. 'Might you reveal yourself? If you please.'