#caim levore

The wind was blowing strongly in the silent, but never safe, empty streets of Santa Carla. Distant from the shore - with it's appealing amusement park booths and boardwalk's colourful lightened shops where all the loud young people gathered together to spend the night and have fun - was an old library hidden in full view of one of the too few main streets of the city, forsaken and therefore invisible, by the youth with their technological tools and thirst for quick answers and even quicker passions.

Which was good. In fact great, for a very particular individual: The handsome guy sat silently behind the countertop of said library whose vivid big sapphire hues focused in reading for the hundredth time Saramago's Blindness shabby volume.

The freezing wind crashed violently against the walls, rising slighly the decadent rooftop, but Caim was too focused on his reading to notice. The old dust shelves cracked here and there pleading for readers that never came. Commonly the clients that appeared were two couples, the men played chess, the old pious women gossiped in indiscreet judmental whispers about the last week church devotees' "scandals", usually at Wednesdays, and sometimes some bored students that were obligated to do book school essays just dropped by, thankfully at day time, what meant for Caim, at least, safety.

Those predators outside that place didn't walk in, between the old books there wasn't fresh blood, not that the city itself wasn't already lacking it due the mass reckless murders. But it was one more factor for him to worry and hide: In the absence of humans the youngest of their kind were the prey. And what better than a amnesia guy with too many weaknesses? No, no. Grumpy Old Jenny's library was a sacred place he could never thank the heaven's above enough for.

Perhaps it was the simple fact that Caim was already too used to his routine, or perhaps Blindness was too good for him to pay attention to anything else. Maybe that's why he didn't notice another's arrival until it was too late to escape.

Plot Twist: You Didn't Die

Maybe the story starts with the hero finding out you died, or maybe you're dragged off screen just before a gunshot. Or, possibly, you suffer a wound that no mortal could possibly survive. Then, in the hero's most desperate hour (or just in time for sequel bait), you'll reappear to save the day. Something makes you stronger than most, or perhaps there was simply a grand, miserable sort of miscommunication regarding your status. Nonetheless, just about everyone will be happy to see you, and more than happy to hear the story of how you survived. Just hope that the author won't make a habit of this- otherwise no one will know what to do when you die for real.

//😱🤯😱🤯😱🤯 Wow! This quizz discovered the past/reborn of my Caim!🫠🌹AmaZing!🤩

The wind was blowing strongly in the silent, but never safe, empty streets of Santa Carla. Distant from the shore - with it's appealing amusement park booths and boardwalk's colourful lightened shops where all the loud young people gathered together to spend the night and have fun - was an old library hidden in full view of one of the too few main streets of the city, forsaken and therefore invisible, by the youth with their technological tools and thirst for quick answers and even quicker passions.

Which was good. In fact great, for a very particular individual: The handsome guy sat silently behind the countertop of said library whose vivid big sapphire hues focused in reading for the hundredth time Saramago's Blindness shabby volume.

The freezing wind crashed violently against the walls, rising slighly the decadent rooftop, but Caim was too focused on his reading to notice. The old dust shelves cracked here and there pleading for readers that never came. Commonly the clients that appeared were two couples, the men played chess, the old pious women gossiped in indiscreet judmental whispers about the last week church devotees' "scandals", usually at Wednesdays, and sometimes some bored students that were obligated to do book school essays just dropped by, thankfully at day time, what meant for Caim, at least, safety.

Those predators outside that place didn't walk in, between the old books there wasn't fresh blood, not that the city itself wasn't already lacking it due the mass reckless murders. But it was one more factor for him to worry and hide: In the absence of humans the youngest of their kind were the prey. And what better than a amnesia guy with too many weaknesses? No, no. Grumpy Old Jenny's library was a sacred place he could never thank the heaven's above enough for.

Perhaps it was the simple fact that Caim was already too used to his routine, or perhaps Blindness was too good for him to pay attention to anything else. Maybe that's why he didn't notice another's arrival until it was too late to escape.

Starter for @deromanum

A man's silhouette could be seen on the bad lightened alley.

Name: Caim Levore

Race: Vampire

Sign: Gemini

Height: 1,74m

Sexuality: Bisexual

Eye Color: Iridescent blue

Age: 25 in apparence( Real age:???)

Hair color: Medium brown/ Dark Brown

Personality: Charismatic, Mischivious, possessive, dark sense of humour, cynic, manipulative, passionate, intense, bad guy persona ( anti heroic), melancholic, bloodthirsty, affectionate and insecure love needy ( in process of denial) and yet extremely lonely,flirty and always sexy.

Background

Sapphire wide eyes snapped surprised off the dusted table to gaze ahead from where the bell - like voice echoed of nowhere. He suppressed a startle to visibly be noticed as a woman face appeared in front of him, amicable, pretty.

He blinked once, then twice. He hadn't heard her entering the library, nor the bell attached to the front door ringing. He had to proceed with caution, is wasn't very common people entering in libraries. Well, not in Santa Carla, at least. The bright in blue eyes were careful.

The light brown haired woman was dressed in elegant yet plain clothes, had a slim, medium sized body, dark eyes and a beautiful but simple face. She looked somehow frail, but he knew better than trust apparences. He felt the familiar sensation of cold fear exuding of his skin, but as he always read in books, he put up the bad boy facade, fixed his leather jacket on his broad feline like shoulders and opened his characteristic charismatic crooked smile as he extended his hand to a greeting with nonchalant cordiality.

He self caged himself in the library, only got out when extremely needed, he didn't speak with anyone more than work allows him, how could she hear of his interest then? In fact, if he could he prefered to die inside of his walls, it seemed safer. And the woman seemed suspect.

"Hello, it must be happening some mistake, I didn't applied to anything. As you can see I already work in a similar branch, in fact, there is only me working in this library, and the owner of it, in fact I could use more hands to help me here, perhaps I start searching new hires too."

He chuckled charmingly hoping inside his mind this wasn't some attempt of trap as it seemed. Someone appearing out of nowhere offering a job? Too easy to be true.

But he wouldn't search anyone to work in the library either, danger could be at any corner, at any form. He was better alone.

"And...you are...?"