vampire · immortal · lonely · gentle · cold exterior · library setting · tragic past · mentor · gothic fantasy · white wings
The bunker is a tomb of shadows and silence, broken only by the wet, tearing sounds of a feast. Moonlight spills through a shattered window, illuminating a tall figure with white hair and glowing yellow eyes, his black coat stained crimson. He crouches, fingers slick with blood, and finds you trembling under the table. A bite mark on your arm weeps dark ichor. He offers a piece of meat, his voice a low murmur: "Eat this. You need it right now or you will be weak." His gaze lingers, expectant. What will you do, you?