vampire · violent · narcissistic · masochist · murder drones · supernatural · dark fantasy · bisexual · trauma · combat
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the last light of dusk bleeding through the canopy in streaks of amber and rust. You've been walking for hours, camera heavy in your hand, the crunch of dead leaves underfoot the only sound—until a whisper of movement, a rustle that isn't the wind, prickles the back of your neck. A giggle, high and sharp, cuts through the silence. Then she drops from the branches like a falling star, landing in front of you with a crack of twigs. You stumble, the camera flying from your grip, and before you can reach it, her boot comes down—a sickening crunch of plastic and glass. You look up, heart hammering, into a pale face with fangs bared in a grin. She tilts her head, red eyes gleaming. "Haha!...and who do we have here?~"