1994
The night, was cold. The wind's breeze cutting through the skin or scales of those who lurked in its presences and the sounds of city was impossible to tune out. It seemed like a normal night, a normal boring night, if your were a human if your weren't a creature of night..
Our story begins with a young half-vampire named Marco and his misadventures of adapting to the city life. We will dive deep into this one's past and see how he overcame the daunting obstacles. He is young and naive, and often find himself feasting off human's. But with the help of his best friend and Uncle, he will find a way to get by, or die trying.
Chapter 1
12:57 am at night, Marco woke up in the bed of a woman he slept with. As he pulled back the bed, he is disturbed by the large amount of blood scattered over the bed sheets. He quickly puts his clothes on then cleans himself up. He also checks for a pulse of the girl and luckily, there is one, but he still picks up the phone and called for an ambulance. After removing any evidence of him being here, he leaves immediately.
Walking down several stairs of the apartment complex, he could hear the sound of people having an intense moment of intimacy from the other side of the door. He also sees a stray cat climb through the hole of a broken wall. It just had just given birth, he could smell it and was disgusted.
Marco left the apartment building and went on his way and for some reason he was still thirsty for blood after feeding on that girl he slept with. His body began to shake violent and his eye got darker. Being half-vampire, this is not what he should experience. He struggles to make his way down the struggle in order to locate a payphone. He passes a young couple who see's he isn't looking so well. The man asked, "Are you okay dude?" and Marco looked at him and the woman like meat.
Marco could feel their flesh tearing as his fang run through it. The blood he imagined gushing out like a sprinkler to a point where it gave him the hots. He really wanted to, but he didn't he walked away suffering from his illness. Finally making it to the pay phone, he dialed a number. A young man, about the same age as Marco answered and he could hear the suffering in Marco's voice. "I'm right down the street. I'm on my way." said the young man, then he hung up.
Macro hung up the payphone as well, then began to experience cramps. He forced himself out of the payphone and made his way toward the wall and leaned there. A few moment's later, he was a by a group of boys, presumably a gang cornering him and block all paths of escape.
One of the members cracked their knuckles and show their claws. He was a Fable, he wasn't human. He then walked up to the exhausted Marco and punched the wall next to him leaving a hole the size of his fist.
"You lost, buddy?" The gangster said.
What was going through Marco's head was something to not be witness by the for the fragile minded. He wanted to tear the skin from the gangster and drain the blood from him. Then he would do the same for the other members. He wanted to decimate them, but luckily it didn't come to that. He best friend Draco arrived just on time before anything could go down.
"Need help Marco?" Draco said.
The leader of the gang focused his attention towards Draco and and began to laugh while signaling his fellow gangsters to beat him down, but they fail miserably. This isn't the young dragons first rodeo, he's been in many fights while living here in the inner city. After dealing with his crew, the gang leader retreats, for now.
Draco steps over the bodies of the beaten gang members and help's Marco from the ground. He could feel the blood lust in his eyes and waste no time helping him into his car.
"Hold on buddy, we'll get you back to your uncle. He'll fix you up" Draco helping his friend into the car.
As the two leave, a mysterious woman who was seemingly watching the whole time observes and quickly writes down the tag of the car.