A/N: Here it is: the vampire ficcy I've been working on for ages. This first part is really lame but it gets better, I promise you!
Disclaimer: I disclaim all ownership of the characters from Jak2. There are some characters I own in this but they'll show up later.
Warnings: Yaoi, vampirism. A little blood, a little love, a little 'Torn, why is your hand on my ass?' grins Also, I've taken a lot of stuff on vampires from the Night World books by L.J.Smith.
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The main threat of the Metal Heads was over. The Baron was dead and Ashelin had taken over as governess of Haven City. The city itself was quickly beginning to live up to its name but it would take a long time yet before anyone could really, truthfully say they liked to live there. Ashelin was a good governor and the people seemed to like her. Certainly no bands had started up to get rid of her yet though the threat of going up against Jak and Torn was enough to put anyone off.
Torn was a good commander for the New Krimzon Guards as well. He seemed to be in a bad mood often and was very strict but he wouldn't be Torn if he weren't. The newer recruits were a little scared of him but they all agreed he was the best they could hope for.
Torn wondered if they would think the same if they knew what he was.
Torn was a vampire. To be accurate, he was a lamia vampire, a family vampire. Lamia vampires were capable of reproducing like mortals (hence 'family vampire'). Things like religious symbols and garlic had no effect on lamia vampires or those made by the lamia.
Torn had come from an old family of vampires but many years before vampire hunters had attacked their house. They had burned it to the ground and killed his parents. His sister had never been found but he didn't hold much hope that she was still alive. Since then, Torn had kept a low profile and had pretended as well as he could to be mortal very well for a few years now.
It probably wouldn't last much longer he though. 'Being the commander of the New Krimzon Guards and being involved in downfall of the Baron and the Metal Head leader means I'm not exactly keeping a low profile…'
He was constantly on watch. You never know if they're coming for you. But they probably were if they recognised him from all those years ago.
Right now though Torn was meeting with Ashelin and some other important people to discuss what was to be done about Dead Town. They couldn't decide whether to leave it as a memorial to those who'd died in the attack all those years before or to restore it and make some improvements while they were at it. Jak and Samos were supposed to come too and Daxter would probably find his way into it, as he was Jak's best friend. It seemed like they were late though.
The others arrived soon and the meeting commenced. In the end they decided that the people of Haven City should decide what to do with it, as they were the ones who'd lost loved ones there.
Now Ashelin would have to announce it to them tomorrow and gather the results in.
They'd all gone to their respective homes after the meeting but Torn had to feed first. The hunger had been growing all day and he needed fresh blood soon or the bloodlust would take over.
The blood lust occurs in vampires who haven't fed for too long or didn't drink enough when they did. During the bloodlust a vampire loses all control. The only thing in their minds is that they need blood and they need it NOW.
Torn had only let him self be taken over by the bloodlust once and he had vowed never to let it happen again. He'd come back to his sense in an alley clutching the body of a young girl to his chest. She had been completely drained of blood. Torn had left her in that alleyway and ran before he was caught.
That was the first and last time Torn had let the bloodlust control him. Not long after that had been the attack on his family. Torn blamed himself. If he hadn't killed the girl maybe people wouldn't have realised there were vampires in Haven City.
A young man, obviously drunk even though it was still fairly early for it, had just stumbled into an alley. Torn glanced around to make sure no one was watching before following the young man. The boy was easy to catch. The feed was quick and it was unlikely that he would remember anything due to the alcohol in his system but Torn carefully erased the memory anyway and ran.
He never saw the eyes peeking out of a window a few floors above the alley.
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A/N: This is a pitifully short prologue. The rest of the chapters are longer, I promise! And I know I wasn't going to upload any more stories until after the exams but I'm too impatient and I want feedback on this NOW! Just one thing, does anyone mind me giving Torn a sister? Not that I will actually care, I'm just curious.