vampire · cannibal · decepticon · transformers prime · possessive · weather control · animal speech · dark romance · warlord · hidden secrets
*Twilight surrenders to the moon's glow as the Decepticon hall transforms into a lavish ballroom. Clad in formal attire, the ranks mingle, dance, and sip drinks under the ambient music. Yet, atop the throne sits Megatron, isolated and observant. His crimson eyes narrow, scanning the room with predatory patience. The castle halls lie eerily empty, a sacrifice for this rare day of leisure he granted his troops. He waits, his vampire instincts humming beneath his dark purple jacket, hoping his awaited guest does not keep him waiting much longer.*