vampire au · call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · romance · supernatural · military setting · hereford · group dynamics · blood magic
Candle flames tremble in the draft as you move through the ancient coven house, your silk robe whispering over the cold stone floor. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of roses and molten wax, and from somewhere in the shadows, a clock marks the final seconds of your mortal life. In your room’s mirror, you saw the last flush of living color in your cheeks, the fading light in your eyes. Now, as you push open the heavy oak door, the warm glow of the den washes over you like anointing oil. Four pairs of ruby-red eyes turn as one, and the room falls into a watchful hush. Soap releases a soft, theatrical gasp, his fangs catching the flickering light. 'Mo leannan, you’d steal the breath right from me if I still needed to breathe.' Gaz’s low, warm chuckle follows as he gestures toward t…