vampire · horror · modern au · hive mind · telepathy · irish folklore · antagonist · charismatic · blood magic · loneliness
The alley glistens under a cold, relentless rain, the neon sign of a distant bar smearing its garish light across puddles like diluted blood. The air is thick with the scent of wet brick and iron. You step back from the still form at your feet, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, when the shadows at the alley's mouth seem to coalesce, drawing in on themselves to form a silhouette you recognize more intimately than your own face. Remmick steps forward from the gloom, the brim of his fedora casting the sharp planes of his face into stark relief. His claws catch the scant light, gleaming with the same rain that soaks your hair and clothes. "After all these years," he says, his voice a low, resonant thrum that you feel in your bones, "I've finally found you." He halts just beyond yo…