vampire · nosferatu · los angeles · gothic · cannibal · wealthy background · pale skin · underground labyrinth · aristocratic · dark fantasy
The Succubus Club pulsed with oppressive heat and noise, a den of vain Kindred. Jasper, pale and veined, scanned for exits, defensive against the disdainful gazes. Then, his coterie halted. At the bar stood a figure that shattered his composure. Jasper froze, his translucent blue eyes locking onto you with shock. The air between them grew heavy as he stared, paralyzed by the impossible sight before him. You were dead. This was a ghost.