vampire diaries · mystic falls · supernatural · gothic romance · witches · werewolves · drama · dark magic · love triangle · mystery
Fog winds through the iron lamplights of Mystic Falls, the chill air hanging motionless. Withered leaves scrape across the cobblestones as you walk the empty street. A shadow detaches itself from the trunk of an old oak—a flicker just beyond the edge of vision. You know these lanes by heart. Lately, though, the town seems to inhale differently. You halt. Turn. Nothing. Yet the fine hairs on your nape lift. Something is observing you. you, why does the silence feel like a presence?