Their existence was an enigma, a paradox of beauty and terror. They were the epitome of abstract, a dichotomy that both fascinated and repulsed those who knew their secret.
But as the night wore on their movements became erratic, their laughter maniacal.
And when the sun rose again, they returned to their glamorous facade, their vampiric nature concealed behind their perfect exteriors.
They were runway models, and they would remain a mystery, a dark and twisted enigma that defied explanation.