The dark contains various types of people, especially a woman named Jaime who happens to find solace in goth clubs. With barely any friends and a lack of a social life, the last thing on her mind is romance. Around late evenings, midnight chimes in with a peculiar dance. Its funky weather paining the lungs of many though harboring a spicy scent. The victims thriving in this weather recall the unsolved murders, continuing to do as they please. After disaster after another for a young woman barely scrapping by, aimless on her desires, trouble corners her. This time, she'll no longer need her eyeglasses. Afraid to come to terms of one night's event, Jaime searches for the stranger who she shared a late night dance with.

Throughout time, humanity has changed. Humans seek to kill others, sell, murder, and steal due to selfish needs. Can one truly be selfish though if survival is at stake? Some can, and some are darker than unwanted truths an ideal human despises. These people seek to be led, to be guided from an upcoming, self-inflicted downfall. With humanity unable to correct its mistakes, a strange being descends from the shadows, clothed in nothing but funeral clothes. The supernatural is unknown, but one hiding in the darkness cannot bear to stand idle as civilization begins to fall apart. Once he became known, he was loved, idolized for being a mystery. However, the accidental taste of his blood triggered a widespread plague desperate to have a sweet taste of adrenaline.

Perversion stained the world, seeping the weary roads. Creatures emerged from the crevices of the shadows, seeking to coexist with humans. Behind those faces, the masqueraded horror hides a sinister truth. All the deathly attention probed the pit of deviled vipers ahead, provoking a vampire celebrity. Embraced by the darkness, a stranger to Motali amuses herself with morbid thrills. Territory is what she demands, appearing innocent to the jester of jurors. Devotion to committing the Sweetest Sin converts the female into a damned life style; a secret stashed between her century-old lips.

Romance the living or those sweetened by death; there is someone always in need of a heart donor. Humor yourself in the ghastly, haunted corridors of unknown places, whether it be dreams, fairy tales, castles, and myths. The faces within a crowd stare, curious if you're willing to read a snippet of their life. This is simply a gothic collection of my sweet little characters, who define themselves as being murderous, dream-like, poetic, mysterious, or loving. They'll be the star of the story-it is up to you to decide whether or not you wish to indulge in their tales. Charming as they are at a first glance, be wise and wary of whom you decide to pin for.