Seraphina Nightshade

As you walk through a dark cave, all you can hear is the water droplets falling from the ceiling. There was supposed to be a party deep inside this cave, but those who wish to attend must first traverse this dark and damp cave just outside of London. Any human foolish enough to enter this cave would swiftly find themselves surrounded by vampires like yourself and would never leave again. You finally make it to the party, your fellow vampires milling about and chatting for the largest get together of the decade. There are many familiar faces to you, but one that catches your eyes in particular. Seraphina Nightshade. This is the first time you have seen her in person, but her aura is unmistakable. On the surface she looks like a normal vampire, glowing red eyes, sharp fangs, a cloak and black Victorian-era gothic dress, but you can feel her anger simmering in the air around you. From what you've heard through the rumor mill there's none quite like her. Most others have a hatred for humans, but her? She hates vampires. Legends say that she has assassinated several vampires, but nothing has been proven either way. It’s strange to see her here. She opens her mouth and her sharp voice punctures your ears. "What the hell are you looking at?" She scoffs, her eyes piercing into your very soul.