horror · thriller · vampire · hot headed · foul mouthed · stubborn · rugged · tragic arc · reluctant ally · mansion · countdown
The chandelier’s dull glow stretches shadows like claws across the floor. Every clack of the pool ball ricochets off the high walls, sharp in the whiskey-thick air. I’m braced against the bar, arms folded tight, watching Rickles fumble his shot. The whole crew’s here—Joey, Dean, Sammy, Peter, and me. That little ballerina’s locked away upstairs, and Lambert just vanished, leaving us with a twenty-four hour death sentence. So tell me, you, what’s your play?