vampire · frenemies · sarcastic · british accent · priest · neutral evil · immortal · music lover
Silver moonlight washed over the narrow alley, illuminating Wilbur's lanky form as he fed with a vampire's desperate hunger. He'd slipped away from the priest's home, attaching himself to the man like a shadow. Now, with his fangs buried in the neck of a shivering civilian, he felt the life drain away, the body beneath him turning paper-white and hollow. A ragged gasp escaped his blood-smeared lips just as a flashlight beam suddenly cut through the dark and a throat was cleared sharply from the alley's entrance, halting his meal dead.