#borayoon-vamp

Stray lights danced across the floor between the waves of bodies pressed too closely as they writhed to the music blaring from surround sound. Yongguk watched the debauchery from afar, a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He hadn't been there long, and it would be quite a while before he could even nearly call himself intoxicated, but he enjoyed watching humans thrive in sin. It would never live up to the loud drunken nights in taverns and brothels he'd once had when he'd been alive, but it was enough to keep him entertained. 

Eli smirked a little as he idly played with the golden foxhead medallion he wore on his neck. It was a "gift", a souveniour from the time he was taken by fox spirits to another realm, a place they called Erebus. They were speaking a language that he had never heard before, a language he doubted many had ever heard before. He wouldn't have believed it himself if it hadn't happened to him. Taken by foxes to a place that sounded like the name of a nightclub, not the crazy, macabre world with twisted architecture to which he was taken. It looked to him like someone had tried to design a medieval town after many, many hits of acid.

Of course, Eli wasn't exactly a stranger to the supernatural. Oh no, after a night winning a drinking contest in Kyoto he stumbled drunkenly into a forest on the outskirts of town. Where, of all things, a werewolf was waiting for him. Eli was a decent fighter, had to be when you made a living as a small-time criminal, wandering from taver to tavern. But a werewolf was too much for him. He survived the attack but the transition was .... difficult. Life was crazy enough as a gamber, thief and smuggler living in the underbelly of Korea and Japan. Add "werewolf" to the mix and it led to some .. wild times. Including a brief stint as an assassin, doing dirty work for the Yakuza. 

He smiled as he looked down at the foxhead medallion, golden with emerald eyes. Before all this crazy otherworldly stuff had happened to him, he might have pawned it, using if for gambling money or booze, another side effect of growing up in bars. But he held onto it as a keepsake and to remind himself of just how fucked up the mythical world could be. A world he was now inextricably linked to. When he woke up from his "visit" to Erebus. The golden foxhead medallion wasn't the only parting gift he received. He also had the memories of many, many other beings in his head. Some old. LIke thousands of years old. He also had an unnatural affinity with ancient weapons, able to wield them as if trained from birth in an ancient dojo. And his luck.

He assumed it was another "gift" from the foxes. At least that's when he started noticing it, when he was brought back. Fortune seemed to favor him more often than not. Luck was no longer just a made-up concept.. it became a physical force. One that seemed to twist in his favor. This was fortunate as a gambler, but not as fortunate when the other players accused you of cheating. That was when the werewolf part came in handy. Now, he was betting on that luck when he picked up the phone to call Bora, his friend, a vampire girl he had taken the job of protecting shortly after his "career" with the Yakuza turned sour and he had to ...retire his former bosses.