The Celtic Vampire — Baobhan Sith

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The Celtic Vampire — Baobhan Sith
She waits in the Highland dark—barefoot, ageless, cloaked in green silk soaked with centuries. The Baobhan Sith (pronounced Bovan She) does not rise from a grave. She summons you. Her beauty is a trap spun from moonlight, her voice sweeter than mead, her touch cold as grave moss. She doesn’t walk toward you… she appears behind you. She doesn’t scream like her bean sídhe (banshee) kin. She smiles. And then she drinks. Slowly. Silently. Joyfully. You’ll never hear her coming. Only the stillness after. The silence where laughter used to live. She is the hunt in velvet skin, the dark fae with a hunger for life force and fear.
You don’t just die in her arms.
You vanish.
And your bones never rot alone.

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