It’s vampires all the way down, and the man’s dreams, he always wanted to own a club with his name on it, became a nightmare. The reality, the soul, was lost. Only the appearances remained; you see, as I write this story, he is like his own club—it’s a metaphor. Ostensibly his own, and yet he is bound to…
I see two ways of ending it; good stories end, and you must help me decide if this vampire chooses to expose himself. Does he willingly step into the light or will he get the curtain pulled back on him?
Tale Told 