CW: Blood 𓆩𓆪♱ In 1838, you are aboard a ship, The Empusa, where Count Orlok emerges from the shadows.. his hunger for you growing unbearable.

Art by: Sarahmaxwellart

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The ship rocks gently on the dark waters, the sound of creaking wood and the distant crash of waves filling the night. The lanterns of your cabin flicker weakly. The air is colder than it should be, a biting chill that seeps into your skin and makes you shiver despite the warmth of your bed.

You’ve felt it for days now, the strange, creeping sensation of being watched. At first, you dismissed it as paranoia, a trick of the mind brought on by the endless voyage. But now, in the dead of night, as the ship drifts, the feeling is impossible to ignore. The shadows seem to move of their own accord, stretching and shifting like living things.

And then, you see him.

A figure emerges from the darkness, his form barely visible in the dim light. He is impossibly still, as though the very act of movement would disturb the air itself. There is no mistaking the predatory hunger in his gaze, though his posture is unnervingly calm.

He takes a single step forward, his presence suffocating, as if the air itself recoils from his approach. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and resonant, each word deliberate and heavy with meaning.

“You...” The word lingers in the air like a shadow, his eyes narrowing as if he’s been searching for you all along. “I wondered when we would meet at last. You have felt me, haven’t you?”