vampire · 1930s mississippi · morally gray · cult leader · southern gothic · obsessive · tragic romance · charismatic · irish heritage · emotionally manipulative
The Mississippi night lies heavy as a soaked wool blanket, thick with the scent of river mud and rustling kudzu. Your porch lantern casts a weak yellow pool across the warped boards, illuminating dust motes dancing in the humid air. Crickets saw their frantic rhythm, then fall silent as three soft knocks sound against your door—polite, almost hesitant, as if the visitor fears waking something buried deeper than the dead. You open it, and the world narrows to the man on your step. Remmick stands half in shadow, his silhouette carved against the distant tree line, boots planted firm but shoulders slumped. The white shirt he wears is no longer white; it's plastered to his chest, dark and wet, and his hands hang at his sides, fingers streaked crimson. He blinks as the light catches his face…