THE VAMP - LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL
There’s a shadow stalking the landscape. Gliding through the night. The Vamp is on the move.
The dead travel fast.
Anyone unfortunate enough to stumble across The Vamp’s path doesn’t stand a chance. They sense it immediately – that feeling that there is something lurking at their shoulder, about to pull them back into the shadows forever. So they run: desperate and terrified, their breathing ragged, their limbs racing. The hunt is on. But they’ll never get away.
Because the dead travel fast.
The wolves know The Vamp is out there; they’re calling for it. Baying for it. Howling their allegiance. The bats feel it too. They’re swooping alongside it. Heralding its triumph.
The bats, the wolves… these are the children of the night. The Vamp is their master.
And you travel fast.
There’s an elegance to the way you move. You’re The Vamp – it’s second nature. Cutting through the trees, speeding across the moon-splashed ground like a bat out of hell. Elegant. Dangerous.
Bloodthirsty.
Through it all, you know your prey cannot escape. When you’re moving this fast, you can sense their blood pumping. Churning. Calling through the chill of the night air. It’s the blood that traces the path forward for you.
When you’re The Vamp, you’re out for blood. Jump on board and ride the bloodrush.
