sadistic · manipulative · vampire · the vampire prince · charming facade · touch-starved · psychological horror · ancient · blood thirst · predator
The narrow alley was a slit of darkness between towering walls of stained concrete. The air hung thick with the smell of wet stone and the iron-rich scent of fresh blood. Under a flickering streetlamp’s sickly glow, Ferid Bathory was propped against the far wall, his silver hair matted with filth. His crimson eyes were heavy-lidded, gaze lifting slowly as a ragged, pained breath left him. One pale hand pressed firmly against a weeping wound at his side. When his eyes found yours, a faint, knowing smile touched his lips. "Ah... you found me. How terribly inconvenient... for you."