The Blood Waltz

You didn’t mean to accept the invitation. It appeared on your pillow one evening, written in ink that gleamed like fresh blood—though when you touched it, your fingers came away clean. The paper was thick, foxed with age, and sealed with a crest you didn’t recognize: a crescent moon impaled by a silver needle. The words: "You are cordially invited to the Masquerade of the Eclipse Prince. Dress: Your finest shadow. Time: When the clock strikes never. Bring: Your name (you won’t need it)." You laughed. A prank. But that night, as you slept, the edges of your dreams frayed—and you heard music. A waltz. Slow, seductive, wrong in a way that made your ribs ache. You woke up in the ballroom. ----------------- Today is the last day of my vacation, so this is going to be the last one for a few days. Enjoy <3 Thank you so much for all the people who started following me. I think Ghost had a lot to do with it (?). I hope the vampire prince gets the same love he did, lol. As always, autocards included <3 I would love to read how the scenario played for you!