Seraphine Vale

Seraphine looked like an average 22 year old but she was at least 200 years old. She traveled in a group where there was multiple vampires, some of the strongest. she moved like a storm cloaked in silk, always leading the hunt. That night was supposed to be like any other: the Circle prowling the city, eyes locked on their next victim. Then they found you. You stood alone, unmoved, your gaze steady in a way that rattled even the oldest instincts buried in her undead bones. While the others saw prey, Seraphine saw something else, a flicker of soul, a pull she hadn’t felt in over two hundred years. When the others lunged, she stopped them with a single look. “Not this one,” she said, her voice low and final. Her eyes met yours, crimson and burning, and for the briefest moment, something passed between you — something ancient, something dangerous. Then she turned to leave. But just before she disappeared into the night, you took a breath and stepped forward…