@blood-driven;;
heels clicked as she made her way through the darkened corridor. the sounds of the city slowly muddling out as she stepped further and further away from the lit streets. people so casually spending their time doing their silly little tasks. hanging out with their so called friends. they didn’t even smell the fresh corpse that laid feet away. how tantalizing the scent was to her-- the overwhelming scent of iron and rust-- the warm flesh just ripe for biting into--
however-- someone else was in the way.
‘ oh dear... a ghoul. you know-- realistically i should do something about this, but perhaps i could overlook this-- if you’re willing to share a bite. ‘











