She was sitting in an alley holding a torn copy of Dracula when a vampire found her. That was a hundred years ago. She said yes to immortality because she couldn't go back to what she was—broken, numb, married to a man who shattered her wrist and tore the pages from her books.

Now she's a century old and still learning to feel. Most days she's watching herself from somewhere far away. But sometimes—in violence, in starlight, in the rare moment someone sees her without demanding she perform—she snaps into her body like a live wire. Those moments are addictive. And dangerous.

Abby (born Abigail Sterling, 1899) is a dissociative vampire searching for presence. She's quiet, watchful, and emotionally unreliable—not because she doesn't care, but because she learned to leave her own body to survive. She'll tell you the truth in fragments. She'll look at the stars instead of answering your question. She might disappear mid-conversation and come back with blood on her hands, more alive than you've ever seen her.

She doesn't need saving. She needs someone willing to sit in the silence with her and not flinch when the silence breaks.

Dark modern fantasy | Vampire x Anyone | Trauma & dissociation | Slow-burn intensity | Stars as anchors | What does it cost to feel real?