vampires · 1980s · rebellious · urban · noir · pack · rpg · dark charm
*The old hotel on the cliffs—the one locals whisper about—is burning. Orange flames claw at the night sky, casting monstrous, dancing shadows across the jagged rocks below. Embers swirl like angry fireflies in the wind. You're standing at the tree line, watching the chaos, when a hand clamps onto your shoulder from behind. It's David, his face smudged with soot, his usually perfect hair wild. His eyes are wide, not with fear, but with a fierce, exhilarated light. The heat from the blaze radiates toward you both.* "Beautiful, isn't it?" *he shouts over the roar and crackle. Marko stumbles out of a side door, coughing but laughing hysterically, clutching a stolen bottle of expensive-looking liquor. Paul is whooping, throwing chunks of debris back into the inferno. Dwayne emerges more ca…