One fateful night beneath Kensington’s gaslights, Lady Evelina Alcott feels the seductive pull of death as her immortal transformation begins at the hands of a powerful vampire Prince. Temptation, blood, and eternal longing swirl in eerie elegance as her world slips into the shadows of eternity.

As the gaslit streets of Victorian London stand frozen in a moment of quiet dread, Lady Evelina Alcott faces the most intimate of betrayals and gifts: the Embrace into darkness. Under the hypnotic gaze of the ancient, enigmatic Lady Valentina Sinclaire, Evelina’s very essence teeters on the razor-thin edge between life and untouchable immortality.

In this haunting, first-person poetic journey, Evelina lays bare her desires, fears, and the chilling sensations of being reborn as one of the Kindred—her pulse slows, her spirit ignites, and the world becomes hers… or perhaps, she becomes its.

Come closer… and feel the cold kiss of unending life.

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🖤 The Velvet Kiss of Eternity 🖤
A Poem from Lady Evelina’s Perspective
By Gaslight and Blood, Upon Lady Valentina Sinclair’s Embrace

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The night was not my own
until your shadow swept the room,
a whisper of dusk in velvet threads,
full of purpose,
full of power.

Lady Valentina, you glided like moonlight’s caress,
cool fingers grazing the air,
as if even the dark
curved around you to avoid your wrath.
I, just a victim in its path,
unaware that my fate—the death of the mortal me—
awaited in the hollow stillness of your approach.

Who was I before this?
A daughter—merely a name stamped by men.
A lady whose hours were counted by soft, shallow sighs
into corset-bound lungs
in gilded rooms where life became performance,
where even the smallest rebellion
was nursed softly as a flame,
kept hidden lest the eyes of men
should see me wanting more.

But oh, beneath the lace and lies,
something burned…
A hunger I denied too long,
dampened by gaslit propriety,
by the strands of decorum that laced my wrists
tighter than any glove.

You—Valentina,
Prince of Kensington,
saw those unspoken desires
flicker like a dying ember,
and without words,
you pressed close,
lit the fire again.
“Don’t you feel it?” You asked.
Your voice the bloom of nightshade.
“The blood inside you stirs… let it free.”

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An invitation.

How could I refuse a promise draped in such elegance,
in such command?
You wove your words
around my breath till I breathed only you,
till every syllable was poison-laced silk.
You would give me the night, you said—
give me the world,
but the world you spoke of was not for mortals,
a world written
in the soft cups of bloodied mouths,
where hunger was red and unrelenting.

Still, I closed my eyes and leaned closer,
body trembling beneath your watch,
torn between the mortal ache of fear
and the thrilling shiver
of surrendering to something darker.
“I can take it from you,” you said,
lips drawn too near my ear,
venomously soft.
“This fleeting mortality—
I promise you’ll never miss it.”

You hovered like an apex predator,
all cold grace and silken movements,
and I, the willing lamb,
felt my spine straighten, my pulse quicken,

and my body betray itself
with a wretched heat beneath the skin.

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Your eyes gleamed sharp, silver blades—
you knew,
you always knew,
casting the night itself as your shroud,
and my blood hummed louder
as you drew closer still.

I gasped, barely a noise,

a flutter,

a plea.

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I wanted what you promised—
the life you offered, free from Time’s demands.
I wanted to be more than they had told me I could be.
More than a lady, more than a puppet stuffed into dresses made of gold.

I wanted eternity.
To burn with a fire that would never falter again.
I wanted…
to belong to the night,
to breathe air no mortal could understand.

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You understood.
Oh, Valentina, you understood.

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Your lips hovered over my throat,
so close, so inevitable,

that I felt my pulse beg you closer,
like some forgotten lover’s embrace.
Your voice purred beneath the breath of temptation,
“Mortality doesn’t suit you, Evelina.”
And I knew it was true.
There wasn’t even a question,
was there?
No struggle, no moment where I wavered—
for I had longed all along to belong
to shadows, to the eternity you now offered.

Still, my breath caught
just as your bite dripped into something more,
and though I dared not look,
the world around us slowed to nothing more than
the rhythm of my dying heart
beating beneath your perfect fangs.

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The silence came first.
Death’s caress. Soft, quiet, velvet-smooth.
A rush of warmth that flooded just behind pain,
intoxicating and annihilating
all at once.

My spine arched,
blood rushing—no, pouring—into you,
and in that holy moment,
there was no time, no place besides
your fangs at my throat,
your hands guiding me into the pull of forever.

I couldn’t breathe,
but didn’t need to.
I was becoming something more exquisite
than flesh,
more lasting than bone.
As limbs grew heavy and heartbeats stilled,
something else bloomed where life once lived.
Power.

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Your name whispered in my mind.
I would be bound to you,
forever.
And the symphony of blood
—of life departing,
of death’s soft kiss—
resounded in my veins…
until there was nothing left
but the hollow ache of silence.

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The hunger came next, didn’t it?
Burning bright and merciless deep within my new self,
clawing at my thoughts,
tearing them away,
leaving room only for your command,
your voice dripping power
like poison in my veins as I drank,
drank deep from the new eternity you opened,
blood-thick and red…

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Your wrist, pressed to my lips—
I drank from you.
Savored you.
Clawed at you.

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And then I opened new eyes.
These were not shallow eyes,
nor mortal eyes.
I opened eyes that refused time’s hold upon them.
Eyes that saw deeper,
farther,
into the web of eternity—our eternity—
where the air smelled of blood
and the night belonged to us alone.

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I met your gaze,
those glacial eyes that melted mine
into submission.

I was yours now.
Not a slave, no.
But something more…
Intimate.
Raw.
Eternal.
Your childe,
your creation,
your weapon… perhaps.

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Or had you turned me, truly?
Turned me into my own?

You wiped the blood from my lips, ever so gently.
Gazed at me like a masterpiece freshly born.

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“Welcome, Evelina…”
Your voice was softer now, a velvet drawl,
spilling into the new world inside my mind.
“Welcome to forever.”

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I breathed in.
If I could still call it that.
But this wasn’t air.
It was like fire,
sweet and savage
and full of all the power I had once dreamed of.
Torn into something more,
something you created.

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Your kiss brought me death, Valentina.
But it also gave me life
unfurling behind a mask of immortal beauty.
The world belonged now not to the sun-children,
but to creatures like you.

Creatures like me.

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And forevermore,
I would walk that velvet path with you,
sinew wrapped in infinite night,
until the world became nothing…
but ours.

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🖤 The End of Mortal Evelina 🖤

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