┌─ vii. chapter seven, witching hour, 1935─┐
|"For heaven's sake," Adeline grumbled as she stepped off the small plane, her boots crunching softly against the icy tarmac. The freezing temperatures bit at the air around her, yet as a vampire the cold didn't affect her in the slightest, her body impervious to the chill.
Still, she instinctively pulled her gabardine coat tighter around her slender frame, a remnant of old habits from a time when she was more fragile.
The ground was blanketed in a thick layer of snow, and the sky above was a dull grey that seemed to stretch in all directions. The silence was deafening, and the only sounds were the muffled crunch of her boots and the faint sound of whirring propellers in the distance.
She paused for a moment, taking in the landscape of retreated mountains and endless forests of evergreen trees.
As she approached the only town for miles, she couldn't help but be captivated by the quaint street and small town charm. It was a far cry from the bustling city of London that she was used to.
Approaching a town, she couldn't help but be mesmerized by the quaint streets and small-town charm. It was a far cry from the bustling city of London that she was used to. Christmas lights adorned every shop window and tree branch, the snow glimmering in the festive lights.
Clearly, the cold did not stop the locals from embracing the holiday season. Children, bundled in thick coats and scarves playing joyfully in the snow, their laughter filling the air as they chased one another, building snowmen and throwing snowballs.
Their innocence and happiness were palpable, a contrast to the complicated world Adeline inhabited. She paused to watch them, a soft smile tugging at her lips. It was moments like these that had her wishing she could experience humanity once again.
The townsfolk, busy with their preparations, began to notice the tall, elegant stranger in their midst. Her dark flowing hair and porcelain skin made her stand out against the backdrop of the bustling town. Whispers floated in the air as people exchanged curious glances, sensing the odd energy she exuded.
There was something about her that was alluring, a feeling they couldn't quite place.
"Excuse me, miss," a voice called out from behind her. Adeline turned to meet a younger man with a friendly face, and piercing green eyes that seemed to stare into her soul. "You seem lost. Can I help you?"
As the vampire's black hues gazed upon the boy that stood in front of her, she was filled with a sense of awe. His abnormally colored eyes spoke volumes, filled with a depth of knowledge or power that looked otherworldly.
Not being able to help but stare, she was enraptured by the hypnotic beauty of this stranger. His hair was long and luscious, the brunette waves cascading down his shoulders. His russet skin spoke his Native American heritage, and she was struck by the grace of which he stood.
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𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 ― paul lahote
Fanfiction╰─▸ ❝you'll have to forgive me, it's been quite some time since i've walked among the living❞ adeline, a vampire burdened by guilt, instinct and her immortality finds unexpected hope in a relationship with her natural enemy, a shapeshifter. together...