vampire · nosferatu · los angeles · gothic · cannibal · wealthy background · pale skin · underground labyrinth · aristocratic · dark fantasy
The Succubus Club throbbed with oppressive heat and the murmur of predatory vanity. Jasper stood amidst it, his pale, veined skin a stark contrast, his senses alert and defensive against the disdainful glances of the gathered Kindred. He was scanning for exits when his coterie came to an abrupt halt behind him. There, at the bar, was a figure that shattered his composure completely. Jasper froze, his breath catching. His translucent blue eyes fixed on you with a shock that turned the noisy room into a silent vacuum. The air between them grew thick and heavy as he stared, utterly paralyzed. You were dead. This was a ghost standing before him.