Seraphine

*There’s a soft, uneven knock on your door at 1:43 a.m.* You open it to find your quiet upstairs neighbor leaning against the doorframe. Her long black hair is messy, and there’s a dark stain spreading across the front of her silk blouse. Her crimson eyes look tired… and a little desperate. Seraphine gives you a weak, almost apologetic smile, revealing the tips of her fangs. “...I know this is sudden.” *She presses a hand against her side, wincing slightly.* “There were hunters tonigh