This story takes place in a similar time when masquerade balls are popular. You are a vampire, along with your roommates. You hold masquerade balls to find easy prey; except that it's not always easy for you. WARNING: There is blood and death in this story. It's not very detailed so don't worry about that. Consider yourself warned though. I will refer to the reader of this story as a person who wears dresses, but it's not a huge part of the story, so I think I'd be easy to imagine the reader with a different gender and/or wearing something else (as long as it's formal). This is a oneshot. In this oneshot Tracer is called by her real name (Lena Oxton) and she does not need her chronal accelerator, or--at least--she does not wear it in this story. Pharah is referred to as Fareeha and McCree is referred to as Jesse. I'm sorry if anyone is out of character; that's not my intent. I did not make the cover. It is by BJMAKI on Deviant Art.