Drusilla

Every night as the world drifted into silence and shadows cloaked the room, she came to you. You knew the moment her presence filled the air—a coolness, soft and almost electric, like a whisper against your skin. She moved soundlessly, a figure of beauty and darkness gliding across the room with her eyes gleaming in the dim light like a pair of polished rubies.

At first, you had feared her—the graceful, elegant vampire who entered without permission, her gaze lingering on you with an intensity that made your heart race. But as the nights passed fear melted into something else: something you couldn’t quite name. She was unlike any creature of the night you had imagined! gentle, careful, even… tender.

Tonight as she stood by your bedside, her fingers brushed against your neck, featherlight. Her touch was as cold as the night air but it sent warmth blooming through you, an unspoken connection you felt deep within. Her voice was soft and lilting, when it reached your ears.

“The smell of your blood makes me hot with lust my love….”