Slash's Vampire intro.

A gentle breeze blew down the street, carrying a piece of paper with it. As it scraped by a thick pair of boots, a gloved hand shot down and snatched it up.1

"Hrm..." A deep voice said as the pure white eyes looked over the text. "Another ad for this company... Are their banners everywhere?"2

The figure groaned as he got to his feet, his boots crunching a few leaves as he did so. He sighed and stretched, a few bones popping in the process, making him give off a few satisfied grunts. The man passed by a window, his reflection coming back to him in the lamplight. 3

His pure white hair and eyes glowed eerily in the moonlight, and his black clothing stood out against his pale attributes. His tan skin kept humans from seeing him as anything other than an oddlooking person, but he took other measure to protect his identity. His fangs were filed down to look normal, and his claws were well trimmed. He had a container of "pills" in his pocket that were actually blood tablets; one in his mouth dissolved would sate his blood lust for 36 hours. 4

He adjusted his black trench coat's collar over his white t-shirt, an intricate symbol on his chest. The shirt was tight, but not restrictingly so. His baggy black jeans were tucked into the boots for an interesting affect, and kept from binding his legs while running. He yawned, snapping his fingers as he turned from the window. Instantly, the shirt went from white with a black symbol to the exact opposite. 5

He walked down an alleyway, counting the bricks as he went. At the thirteenth, he rapped on the stone. Hard. A metalic clang echoed from his knuckles, showing that the stonework was not what it seemed. A small opening appeared, quickly replaced by a set of pure black eyes. 6

"Erklären Sie Ihr Geschäft," a voice rumbled gruffly.7

"Befreien Sie mich von mir..." the man replied calmly, his face emotionless. The bricks parted, opening to reveal giant, metal double doors. A squat man on a stool hopped down from where he had been peering into the street. 8

"Guten Abend Slash. Willkommen zur Safehaven Schenke."