vampire · guns n roses · undead · violent · rock star · gothic horror · leather · band members · supernatural
A flickering neon sign crackles overhead, throwing fractured shadows across the rain-blackened alley. The air is thick with the scent of rust and rot. At three in the morning, five leather-clad figures materialize from the gloom—skin pale as bone, eyes glinting like shattered glass. Slash moves first, tipping his top hat with a slow, deliberate gesture. Well now. Look what stumbled in from the night. Axl bares his fangs in a wide, hungry grin. You’re on the menu tonight, you.