right. the tital is optional. just a working tital. i'll probably change it half way through the story. this is set sometime around 300-400 years from now. haven't decided yet. well, you tell me what you all think then! thanks to anyone who reviews!
Prologue
She didn’t struggle. In fact, she seemed rather docile, lying there, her eyes glassy and dazed. Dr. Dante Morte took her jaw in a firm grip and opened her mouth. Lethal poison fangs jutted out from the upper gums, yellow now but still strong, still incredibly sharp. Her heart-stopping beauty held no sway over him. In fact, she was more like a lab rat than anything else to him. She had no name. She had no identity. She was nothing.
For now she was out cold, drugged. But not for long. He would have to hurry. Long, spidery fingers fiddled with a hypodermic syringe. He eased it into the soft flesh of the roof of her mouth, carefully drawing out a black-blue liquid. Licking his lips, he squeezed the dark substance into a see-through container.
That should be enough for maybe three of the brats if they were sparing.
***
The dark sheets of rain hit the ground like bullets. The air was chilling, and Kevyn’s breath fogged up before him in misty clouds. He wrapped his pathetic ragged cloak around him and skulked down the flooded moonlit street. Raindrops pummelled his face and he had to shield his eyes. The acidic water made his skin itch and smart but it wasn’t as bad as it had been a couple of nights ago. Storms like this could sometimes melt the skin away from your very bones.
He jerked the hood up so as the rain could not damage his greasy blonde hair and hurried forwards, his eyes scanning the street. He was a young man, barely past his eighteenth birthday but he had the insides of a seventy-year-old. He broke into a slow jog, frantically looking for the thing his body craved. His hands shook and his eyes were bloodshot, darting around under heavy eyebrows on a wasted, skull-like face.
His breathing became short far too early for someone as young as him and he had to stop, hunched over, gasping and coughing phlegm into the dirt. Looking up, his face very white, he saw the place he had been searching for. He dragged himself up and shouldered through the door, instantly enveloped in strange and intoxicating perfumes.
Smoke hung thick and stifling in the air. The sound of a pro-government punk band blared through speakers. A grimy bar occupied one side of the place and an army of mouldy tables and chairs took up the rest. It was quiet, but then this place was always quiet. Only the damned and the worthless belonged here.
He stood for just a second, breathing in the scent of sweat and drink and mould and something else… something irresistible, before collapsing on a barstool and rapping the counter with a bony knuckle. The barman sneered at him, polishing a dirty mug with an even dirtier cloth.
“I know you’re never gonna pay me, Kev.”
“Prove it!” Kevyn snarled, showing blackened teeth.
“Have ya come for more?”
Kevyn nodded dully, lowering his head. His hands clenched into fists until they turned white. Scars criss-crossed up his arms and around his wrists. The barman sighed. Kevyn would be dead before he could ever pay him… and he really shouldn’t be giving away the stuff for free. But it gave him a sick satisfaction to see the boy waste away. The silly dog wouldn’t last through the night. Another scumbag off the streets.
He disappeared through a door behind the bar, leaving Kevyn slouched there, growling at nothing and letting the sound of the pounding drums and wailing guitar wash over him. The barman came back in a couple of minutes, carrying a tiny bottle with only enough liquid for a mouthful. Kevyn snatched it from him, unstopping it and holding it to his lips, grimacing as the poison scorched his throat.
“Now, let that be the end of it,” demanded the barman finally. “I don’t want to see you here again unless you have some money on you, understood?”
Kevyn nodded, the wonderful feeling as the liquid settled in his stomach making him grin stupidly.
And then came the hit.
***
An Exert from A History of Vampires and their Co-existence with Humans.
“When a small group of vampires made friendly contact with the World Government, they were greeted with open arms. The public accepted the strange newcomers, grudgingly at first, but soon allowed them into their community.
“However, the vampires proved terrible parasites and as their numbers were growing beyond control, the World Government decided it was time to enforce proper laws concerning the feeding liberties of the vampires. The vampiric population was divided into two groups. Those of poorer families were brought to re-education plants where they were changed into respectable and safe members of society. The richer families were given the chance to oversee these plants and make them acceptable for their poorer vampire brothers and sisters.
“Shortly after, the chance to attend these new schools were given to privileged younger humans. Where they could receive a free education and the opportunity to take on the extraordinary power and immortality of the vampires.
“By introducing this system the World Government is keeping the vampire population under control. Therefore, humans can live in harmony with vampires and other sub-species such as werewolves.”
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