Vampires.
Ever since the day they exposed themselves, humans ran in fear. They instantly made themselves the rulers and the humans were there minions. They sleep throughout the day but dominate the night. They aren't humans in anyway so why should they take over the human society? They cry blood while we cry salt water. Their only source of food is blood from a human while we pray on animals and plants. They only feel pain with silver while we feel pain with everything. Their weapons are themselves while ours are pieces of metal blended together. They were the Kings and we were their slaves.
But I wasn't one of their slaves. I refused to be controlled by the walking dead. They didn't scare me so why should I act like everyone else. That's really when I became a fang banger, a person who enjoys having sex and being bitten by a vampire. For me, it's nothing to be ashamed of. So what if I enjoy rough sex with a vampire rather then casual hook-up with human? You can't judge me of my life choice and believe me, I'm not the only one who loves the pleasure of a vampire bite. Many women go to the bars or search the mysterious night for the hungry creatures that lurk there. I was just more of the safer fang banger. I always kept silver on me at all times in case once vampire won't take no for an answer.
It's happened before and I was ever so glad when my friend gave me the bottle of liquid silver. I used it before he could come at me again and just ran the hell out of there. Scariest day of my life, but I'm not scared anymore. That's why they want me because I'm so strong. That and because I tend to leave them hanging. Give them a little treat before running off with another vampire to make them jealous, or I would just clearly say no. They can't take a no, those bloody vampires. They have to get what they want and what they want is me.