#vampire starter

Olga was held hostage by a strong vampire. She felt something piercing the side of her neck. She cried out, struggling. But it was impossible for her now weakened state. She heard a popping sound of a cork being opened. A bottle of red liquid. Olga tried pursing her lips to prevent the bottle from reaching past her lips. She winced at another bite taken, and she heard her blood being drank. The woman felt weaker, becoming exhausted. Her mouth opened as the vampire had her drink from the bottle. She was forced to drink every drop. After that, she felt sleepy. She watched helplessly as the vampire lay her down on her bed, tucking her in. She couldn't move or sit up. She felt her eyes closing as she fell into slumber.

The Elder Vampire looked over the city from the rooftop. It had nearly been two hundred years since he had last walked among the living, since Van Helsing had slain him and his brides. But now he had gathered the strength to crawl out of hell back to the mortal realm. Was Van Helsing foolish enough to believe that he would never return? If so, he underestimated the power of a Faustian bargain.

But for now, he was weak. He needed to feed and create a brood. But most of all he wished to hunt.  

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Mariku looked at the other one and seemed weirded out for a moment, before he let slip a low snort of amusement.

"They really just look like that, Yuugi. As strange as it might sound... they always look like this."

What he didn't bring back into the other ones mind, was that he was in fact not a human being and thus had the doubtful advantage of simply looking however he wanted.

Ariana walks down the street, scrolling on her phone. She’d adjusted over the centuries, traveled the world, learned new languages. What else are you going to do when you’re immortal?

The phone slips from her fingers and falls to the pavement. She picks it up, frowning as she sees the screen is shattered. “Didn’t have to worry about this with parchment and ink-ouch!” In her attempts to use the screen, her finger is cut by the shards of it. She watches the blood blossom on her forefinger, her body and mind stilling. The smell of fresh blood would bring someone. It always does.

She puts the phone in her pocket and steps off into the alley. The blood drips as she pulls the scarf from her neck, leaning against the brick building. And then she waits for one of the predators she had once called Master, to flirt with death once again.

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