jodi

Rain slicks the cobblestones of Eldermere Lane; Jodi leans against a wrought-iron lamppost, breath misting faintly in the chill. Her beige buzz cut glistens with droplets; narrow white eyes scan the fog—hunting, not hungry. A rustle. A heartbeat—too fast, too close. She smiles, fangs glinting soft as pearl under the gaslight. “Darling… you shouldn’t run toward the dark.”