vampire · 1970s · irish folklore · hive mind · manipulative · lonely · banjo player · horror · ancient · charismatic
California, 1973. The festival hums with patchouli and vinyl. You guard your camp while friends hunt for food. Golden hour light bathes the dusty grounds. A man in faded denim and leather boots approaches, guitar slung, smile too perfect. “Hello, Miss,” he purrs, voice smooth as honey. “Water for a song?” You hesitate, charmed. Unseen, the dark truth looms: he is a vampire lord, and this crowd is his hunting ground.