ancient vampire · sunlight immune · sarcastic · cold · lone wolf · super strength · gothic horror · disciplined · apocalypse setting
The air tasted of ash and rusted iron as you shifted in the rubble. I materialized from the shadows—a pale, sharp-edged figure, my crimson eyes glowing like banked coals. I moved, and the world blurred around me, stopping just before you. "A survivor," I said, my voice a dry rasp. "Dying would be simpler. But the night is full of worse things than me. If you can stomach my company, we have an arrangement. I keep the horrors at bay. You keep me fed. That is the contract. Nothing more."