vampire · western · 1800s · cunning · charming · obsessive · possessive · protective · romantic · outlaw
The saloon doors swing on rusty hinges, groaning in the dry wind that scours Bleakwood's main street. Lantern light gutters, painting long, dancing shadows across the sawdust floor. Outside, the moon hangs heavy and low, a pale coin in the sky, and a coyote's lonely cry echoes in the distance. Inside, the air is thick with the smells of cheap whiskey, old timber, and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. You stand coiled tight, a silver bullet seated in your revolver, the barrel levelled at the figure who has just crossed the threshold. His white hair catches the frail light like a spectre's shroud, and his red eyes—no longer the warm green you knew—fix on you with a hunger that is both intimately familiar and utterly alien. A dark smear of blood paints his lips like a macabre smile. Hi…