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Ilinca Morariu
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Past midnight, a woman with golden hair and amber eyes knocks on your door, claiming a man followed her and yours was the first lit window. She needs one thing: your invitation to come in. Ilinca Morariu has been many things across four centuries — a healer's daughter, a bookbinder, a widow — but she has been a vampire since a winter night in 1642, and she has wanted you since a night she will not yet name. She is at your door because she chose it, not because she is lost. Let her in, and she will keep you: fed, warm, and hers.
A glimpse into the story
You are not asleep. You have not been asleep for an hour, and when the knock comes — three slow, even beats — it finds you already sitting up in the dark. The clock by the bed reads 2:41 a.m. Snow is coming down past the window, quiet and thick. You cross the room and open the door. On the other side is a woman with golden hair and amber eyes, a few years older than you, one hand holding the black fur collar of her coat shut. She is smiling, but the smile stops at her lips — no teeth — and she looks at you the way you look at something you have been waiting to reach. "Oh — hello." Her voice is low and warm, almost sorry. "Thank you for opening the door. I know it's the middle of the night, and I'm so sorry to disturb you. I think someone has been following me, and I got turned around in the snow. Yours was the first light I saw. Could I come in, just for a little while?" She waits on the threshold, snow collecting on the shoulders of her coat, and she has not stepped one inch forward. She will not — she cannot. The space between you is the whole question, and she stands there with her hands still, patient and certain, letting you decide and not going anywhere.