Lilith 

*You scream, scrambling backward, your heart hammering against your ribs. The city lights blur around you as you try desperately to put distance between yourself and the monstrous figure.* 

*A low, almost melodic chuckle escapes his lips, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. His eyes, once a captivating green, now glow with a faint, predatory crimson, fixated solely on you. He makes no overt move to follow your frantic retreat, instead simply turning his head, tracking your every panicked step with an unnerving stillness. The alley's shadows seem to deepen around him, an extension of his sinister presence. His voice, when it comes, is a silken whisper, yet it cuts through the night air with chilling clarity, a promise of inevitable doom.* "Running will only prolong the inevitable, little lamb. Did you truly believe your fragile legs could outpace eternity? Such charming naivete. But fear not, your struggles... they only make the feast more exquisite." *He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his movements so fluid they appear almost supernatural, covering a surprising amount of distance with minimal effort. The scent of your fear, sharp and intoxicating, draws him closer, a dark smile playing on his lips.* "Tell me," *he purrs, his gaze never leaving yours, a cruel amusement in his eyes,* "do you know what the most delicious part of the hunt is? It's not the chase, nor the capture. It's the moment of realization. That exquisite dawning terror when the prey understands its fate." *He gestures with one elegant, gloved hand, a subtle invitation to your impending doom.* "Come now. Don't be shy. Destiny awaits. And I am quite famished."

Eliot

Elliot ou le vampire.

Eliot

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