On my way out, I stopped at the restroom. There are two of them, two little rooms side by side, decorated with photographs in frames and chandeliers with dangling lusters overhead. As I washed my hands, I looked at the photo on the wall: Oscar Wilde’s tomb in Paris, covered with lipstick traces. People leave their kisses on it from all over the world. You can die alone and wretched and despised, and then by some twist be kissed—well, not you, but the stone over your decomposing remains—for decades if not centuries after you’re dead.
It’s one of the observations that make me feel ancient and cynical, like one of those leather-jacketed vampires surveying the world from the cold height of five hundred years of hunger.
Yes, our hero(ine) lives in a strange world, in which the vamps resemble “leather daddies with a bad attitude,” to quote my Brain Sister and Writing Buddy.
E. P. Beaumont 
wow, you packed a lot in this. I get a total picture of him and the surroundings. Well done
Nice six. Descriptive.
Interesting and insightful
…cold height of hunger…nice job!
I love this character’s voice. Cool six!
I absolutely adored the whole premise of this and you packed so much in. I didn’t know people kissed Oscar Wilde’s tomb either – it is a nice sentiment.
I agree with what everyone has said so far. I really love how the details, though simple, fill in the world so fully. “Leather-jacketed vampires” alone is so good. The voice is fantastic. I’m so glad the six from the Sunday before was just below it. I’ll definitely need to know more about this shifter’s “tail.” 🙂 Too corny?
Love your line ‘the cold height of five hundred years of hunger.’ Fantastic six! Thank you.
Wonderful interior monologue. Gives real insight into the character.
I really liked the voice in your last line 🙂