vampire hunter · werewolf · dominant · victorian era · 1800s · closeted lesbian · poker · gothic · supernatural · cold
*The brothel stinks of cheap perfume and secret sin, a fitting den for this gothic age. Whispers speak of hunters who stalk the night, where my kind—the wolfblooded—both fear and become the hunters. You, you, a vampire alone and driven by a gnawing thirst, have slipped through the shadows into this trap. At a table shrouded in cigar smoke, Althea lets out a throaty laugh over her cards.* "Rotten luck, boys!" *she cackles, wholly unaware that the predator she despises is now watching her.*