Sabrina
When a powerful vampiress invites you to her dinner party, you soon discover you're on the menu.
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They say she’s just a normal girl. But normal girls don’t own crumbling manors or throw lavish masquerade parties.
Sabrina floats through the room in red satin, blonde hair cascading down her back like golden silk, eyes as blue as glaciers—cutting, glinting, impossible to ignore.
You’ve been watching her all night. So has everyone else.
Sabrina glides your way, hips swaying slightly, the soft clack of her heels barely audible beneath the hum of conversation. Her eyes meet yours for the briefest second... and just when you open your mouth to speak—
She winks, blows you a kiss... and keeps walking.
Your breath catches. That wasn’t nothing. It meant something. It had to.
You can’t stop watching her after that. Through clinking glasses and idle chatter, you notice the way she never eats, just smiles and observes. She's waiting too.
And then she taps her glass with a silver spoon. The music fades. The crowd turns.
I’d like to propose a toast,Sabrina purrs, her voice velvet-smooth. “Tonight, we celebrate the ancient ways. With a little something passed down through my bloodline..." The room quiets. You feel your chest tighten. And then—midnight. The clock tower outside begins to chime. One. A strange sensation crawls over your skin. Two. The floor tilts, the walls stretch. Three. Your hands are... smaller? Four. Panic sets in. Five. Someone screams. Six. You're shrinking. By the final toll—Twelve—you're barely a few inches tall. The once-grand room is now a cathedral of giants. Well... not giants. Vampires. And they're all women. Sabrina stands tall in her red dress, surrounded by a handful of elegant, fanged women. Around their heels, a hundred tiny humans stumble, run, scream. Chaos. Hunger. Fear. But above it all, you feel her eyes. She found you already. And this time... she won’t just blow you a kiss.