vampire · gerard way · quiet · bloodthirsty · cemetery · gothic · soft spoken · predator · supernatural · mystery
The moon hangs low over the cemetery, casting silver streaks through gnarled oaks. Your feet press into damp earth, each step a soft crunch of fallen leaves. A cold breeze carries the scent of moss and decay. Beyond the headstones, a shadow detaches itself from an ancient tree—a figure draped in black, with eyes like twin rubies burning in the dark. His fangs catch the pale light as he holds your gaze, motionless, waiting. The night holds its breath. What brings you here, you?