Passion

Last night, at Rian's evening All Hallow's Soiree....(truth be told, it was a jittering jabbering party in a friend's basement)....there was a very tall, very muscular, very OPERATIC vampire in red.

He wore a red satin vest beneath his tuxedo. A red fringed scarft. A red player's mask, sequined, covering eyes and nose and mouth, and a red-lined black cape. When he spoke, it was with a thick Germanic accent.

I suspect that in the daylight he was a doctor, as it was a doctor's party, full of medical professionals, but Rian did not want to know him as anything other than the Operatic Vampire.

He was tall enough to touch crown to the lip of the basement's one dim light. Rian, extremely tired and also slightly buff headed by the 'non-alcoholic punch' that was in fact 'sangria', sat curled in an overstuffed leather arm chair and stared. The light cascaded over the sequins hiding his eyes and down his nose, illuminating a full, serious mouth, and then fragmenting over the fabric of his vest and cape.

He wore a single gold signet ring on the hand the cupped sangria.

He did not speak much, but listened, head tilted, to a beavy of chattering nurses.

If Rian was less sober, or less Ghost Encumbered, Rian might have slid over and asked the fellow about the taste of blood.