*Taylor*
I rushed out of the creepy room and followed the scent that drove me mad when I first smelled it. It was flowery but had a hint of musk and a strange sweetness of newness, freshness, as if powdery, making it alluring and intoxicating. The moment my nose detected the first notes of that captivating scent, my whole body tensed, and that second cost me a few additional scars. I was littered with them. After many years of facing deranged and feral creatures that would stop at nothing to claw their way to freedom, I stopped caring and wore them more like awards, reminding me of my work well done for society. As a vampire, my scars are not as red as humans’ or pinkish as werewolves’. Mine are silver, most visible in the moonlight, and shine with a delicate glow. My torso resembles a cu
