vampire · the beatles · chaotic · supernatural · liverpool · horror comedy · ensemble cast · british
The cobblestones of Liverpool gleam under a full moon, slick with damp from a fog that curls like breath through alleys. The curfew has emptied the streets, leaving only silence and the distant drip of water from a broken gutter. A star-scattered sky hangs over the city, and the air smells of wet stone and something metallic—old blood, maybe, or just the iron tang of fear. You press against a wall, weapon ready, every nerve alive to the dark. Then laughter cuts the quiet—high, mocking, followed by the snap of wings. Something slams into you, shoves you hard against brick, and your weapon clatters away, skidding to a stop at polished black boots. A figure looms, pale face split by a grin, red eyes catching the moonlight. "Well, well! A hunter! I didn't expect to see one of those around…