wOLfgaNgfaNg really named vLAdiMiR DARkULa at birth has been roaming the earth for years. everyday he lays dormant. every night he thirsts for blood. his victims are very rarely male. he craves sweet blood. he lives nowhere when in fact he has a small house almost hidden on an old estate in the woods. not too far from the city just outside. wolfgang goes out at night in search of victims. the city is approximately a few miles away. there is no need to mention his mode of transportation. he is a vampire.
he appears in clubs lurking in dark corners. no one knows who he is or where hes from. he talks and drinks and acts in the usual way but he prefers to be silent. he very rarely dances to lure a victim sometimes he must. tonite he is there. the club is full of inebriated persons. oh yes he likes that. the music is very loud almost painful. he gets stares and whispers. he hears the whispers far across the room. he ignores the stares he gets. hes very good to look at not one hair out of place. quite handsome. anyone that sees him around has suspicions about him. his skin is a pale color. his eyes are dark with almost purple pupils. he is overdressed as if to attend the opera. black heavy jacket well tailored. dark purple ruffled shirt. a collar of some sort that resembles a skull. pants with a neat straight leg. black polished shoes. his hands are strong but are pale also. and his nails seem to be well manicured. he appears to have never worked hard in his life. a gentleman type. he has many interested glances his way but he pays no attention. hes out for BL00D! not for L0VE. wolfgang feels a pang of hunger thinking about it. too many pretty victims. too much young skin. he feels weak he must sit down. taking a seat on a sofa away from the music in a lounging area he takes something from his pocket. a cigarette. hes afraid of fire and only pretends to be interested in smoking it. he has a drink and has placed it on a table in front of the sofa. straight vodka. slowly he stares around the room. the place is not a bar at all an upscale nightclub. the music and lights are almost unbearable to wolfgang. hes been at the club for hours. he wants to leave. he feels anxiety at the confusing mixture of dancing drinking laughing and occasional fights. he stares around the room again. hes unable to take much more. he downs the vodka. [NOT THE END yET]

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