The fractious vampire — dependent on blood and violently opposed to the excoriating luminescence of the overzealous sun! Lingering in the subconscious of the vampiric mind, the ever-stalking spectre of blood lust, the yearning, the hunger, the gravitational attraction to that prized red elixir; the precious blood! Redolent with human vibrancy and life! Warm with iron infused succour! Momentary revivification for a cold blooded entity devoid of hope or compassion, stuck in eternal death. Shadowy seclusion is the only amenable option. Here, in the jewel tinted reflections of this subterranean cave, the light resistant clan dwell in solitude and indifference, clustering under the dripping stones in inverted slumber. At the behest of the pallid and ruthless leader, Maximillion Claw, the crew arise only to maraud among the nearby township for prey; a late night drunkard, a romantic couple canoodling in the car, an exercising runner etc. Blood is the sole objective, and any violence will do.
