After The Night
She felt small and insignificant in the vastness of the cemetery, surrounded by the dead and forgotten.
Suddenly, a cold gust of wind swept past, carrying with it a faint, eerie sound — laughter, distant but growing louder. Eira’s drunken haze sharpened as she whipped her head around, scanning the shadows. The cemetery was deserted, or at least, it was supposed to be.
And then she saw him.
He stepped out from behind a crumbling mausoleum, moving with unnatural grace, like a predator stalking its prey. His tall, lean figure was draped in a black leather jacket, dark hair slicked back, and his pale skin seemed to almost glow under the faint moonlight.
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