#vampire lucy

“Come to me. Come to me. A guardian angel, a spirit of comfort – spirit of any celestial sphere – anything – hear my call. Come to me.” // “I am ready. I bid you. Come to me.”

If it's been three days, then she got started the very same night that she was buried (the 22nd). Wasting no time at all... Though none of the children have died or even seem to have come close, so it's relatively light sips.

All Lucy's loveliness had come back to her in death, and the hours that had passed, instead of leaving traces of "decay's effacing fingers," had but restored the beauty of life, till positively I could not believe my eyes that I was looking at a corpse.

[ID: a traditional illustration of Lucy Westenra from Brahm Stoker's Dracula, done with pencil and red pen. Lucy is a woman with light skin, long wavy hair and small fangs, wearing a dress. She looks at her hands, raised up to her face, with half lidded eyes, slightly raised brow, and a neutral expression. Red pen over the pencil sketch highlights two bleeding fang marks on her neck, blood around her wrists, and blood protruding out from a stake in her heart. The background is comprised of many concentric circles of scratchy red pen, emanating from around Lucy. End ID] ID by @dracudyke

During the day the house and lands were tended to by a small handful of dilligent servants, but now at night they had all long returned to the town and their warm well lit homes. The only living beings still around now seemed to be the ravens crowing in the dark trees and the bats flitting about in the pale moonlight.