"As the sun sets down, casting an evil, golden glow over the city of New York, giving the From Brothers the signal to come out and play. When the Brothers come out into the night, none of our kind escape the blood bath. But on the fortunate night of the Solar Eclipse, when the whole world is plunged into total darkness, body count rises. Our brothers and sisters all over the world will feed on any human, and every human. Three minutes of complete blood bath! Good news for us, bad for the Frogs." That was the word on the street, of vampire city. Vampire city is what Vampires call New York, because most of its inhabitants are Vampires. The Eclipse was only five days away, the day every body stands on their lawns being nothing but raw meat for the taking. To the Frog Brothers, night night was known as
Black sunshine
The oak wood entrance to the New York blood bank was covered by the shadow of dusk and the signs of old age. Two men, one tall one, and one shorter one and a woman stood at the door, they each held in their hands a combonation of holy water and garlic, all rapped up in a plastic shell, that takes the form of a small rifle. The taller man looked at the shorter man, as the shorter man nodded. The tall one lifted up his big leg, his steel toed boot looked like it was heavy on him, but he was used to it. He took his leg, and knocked down the wooden door. They filed in, shortest to tallest, meaning the shorter one, the woman, then the taller one. It seemed way to empty, but fresh blood stained itself on the concreat floor. It was empty, except for the reception desk, and the many rows of blood packs. The shorter one walked over to the desk, and rang the bell. Then he noticed the slightly opened door behind the desk. He then circled around the desk and stopped, because he had stepped on something very squishy, he heard a loud crunch under his huge boot. He lifted his foot with no trouble at all, to reveal a severed hand under his boot. That made him smile. He knew he had a job to do, and it was going to be fun. The door flung open, almost hitting him in the side. Out came a shirtless built man, his face blood soaked, bearing his fangs. The man hissed, and lunged at the shorter man.
Five hours earlier.
Zoey scrambled through her blank papers that crouded her small desk, in desprate search of her brass car keys. She almost had a heart attack, because even though she had to leave at dawn, she could not find them. She heard the door open, and saw Edgar thump in, with a wad of cash in one meaty hand, and her keys in the other. "Looking for something?" He let out a throughty chuckle, tossing her the small keys. "Zoey, you go home, I will take the jobs my self, take a gun with you." He put his hand on her shoulder, in a comforting way. She thanked him, grabbed her furry coat and ran out the door. Edgar went over to the sink, and turned the water to steaming hot. He could see the hot water's steam. His hands were beaten and bloody, from the last job he took. Edgar put his hands in the steaming water, and grunted as the water burned his skin. Just as he felt the need to scream, he heard a high pitched, ear peircing scream, and he knew who's it was. He kicked his door down and rushed over to the body that laid on his parking lot, their through was ripped out, and the person was surrounded in blood. It was Zoey, and she was already dead. He rested his hand on her chest, and glared up at the evil looking moon, as a tear ran down his cheek.