Disclaimer: I own nothing from Vampire The Masquerade: Bloodlines.
Summery: A girl is embraced for unknown reasons and she must learn the ways of this vampire society. However, Sabbot antribu is on the rise which threatens the stability the clans provide.
My throat tightened. My gums throbbed around my teeth. A scathing, white conflagration ignited inside of my skull. High voltage currents ripped through my nerves, throwing me into paroxysm. My lungs choked on breathless gasps as my upper body convulsed into an upright position. My hand clenched around something and shoved it into my mouth. My teeth bit down on the object and liquid shot from punctures they had made. I gorged frantically on the sour, metallic liquid. The article shrank in my grasp and the flow of whatever it contained dwindled. Hysteria consumed me; no more of the substance would come from the item and all of my instincts screamed for more. I raised my eyes and hackles to my surroundings. My eyes scoured the red hazed room for any possible threats. Sensing no danger, my attention flew to the object in my hand. It was a bag of some sort. My mind couldn't register more than that. It couldn't identify such specifics. But what ever had been in that bag, my body begged for more. Pain seared my nerves. The inferno intensified its cauterizing blaze. Agitated, a pained and frustrated growl welled up from inside my throat and I searched desperately for more of these mysterious bags. My hands thrashed for anything around me and one hit itself against a large, cold box. Vaguely, I recalled that the box opened when you pulled at the side of it. My body jerked itself onto my knees, gripped the side of the box and flung it open with unnecessary force. Deposits of the mysterious bags awaited inside the box. Euphoria and ecstasy beyond mortal comprehension lifted my soul as I drained them all, one by one. Dropping the final bag, my body slumped against the cool box, settling in a state of rapture and bliss. The substance diffused throughout my body, quelling the chaos that had ensued. The burning in my head had extinguished and the electricity stopped tearing through my nerves. My erratic breathing began to slow down and my muscles became lethargic with lactic acid. My mind submerged into somnolence as I let the world fall away.
When I awoke again, I felt like I had sprinted through a 20 mile marathon. I was sore everywhere and dead tired. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and opened them. I was sitting on a kitchen floor, leaning on a refrigerator. Confused, I moved to get up. My hand pressed against something on the floor and I looked to see what it was. My sleepy daze evaporated as I began to register what it was. It was a blood bag. Except, it had no blood in it. Instead, it had a gnarled hole on the side and black crust all over it. Horrified, I scanned the rest of the kitchen floor and saw more torn up blood bags. I wanted to scream but my throat was too dry to muster any volume. Instead, I used the wall and the refrigerator as support to help myself up. My body protested with screaming joint pain and soreness that flared everywhere, but I pushed through it and stood upright. Gasping in pain, I stumbled to the counter across from me. Well, more like 'fell' to the counter, catching myself with it. My feet threatened to slip on the plastic bags and, had it not been for the counter, I'd have fallen.
I whimpered, scared. Where am I?, I thought. I looked around my surroundings some more. I was in a small apartment. The windows had old wooden boards over them. Dark green paint crusted off of the walls. An old bed with stained mattresses on it sat in the far corner of the apartment. Opposite of the bed, but on the same side of the apartment, was a rusted metal desk with a laptop. Across from that, stood a small dresser with a rabbit-eared television on top. I turned to look at the rest of the kitchen behind me. The cupboard doors were barely attached to their hinges and some doors were even missing. Nothing appeared to be inside them.
Turning my head back to the apartment while trying not to look at the kitchen floor, I stumbled toward the computer. Maybe I can at least find out what time it is. It wasn't a long walk; the apartment was very small, but when I sat at the desk, I felt exhausted. Shaking, I opened the laptop and green, pixel letters showed me a list of options. I looked everywhere on the screen, but I couldn't find the time. Isn't the time supposed to be at the bottom of the screen or something? None of the corners displayed the time. Giving up on that, I focused more on the list of options. Hell, not even 'Internet' was available. Only 'home', 'quit', and 'email' were displayed. Sighing, I clicked the email option, hoping for at least an inkling as to where I was. The screen changed. Now, it was asking for a password. Frustrated, I attempted to turn away from the computer, but my lack of energy only let me turn my upper body. I blinked back tears. What if somebody finds me in here? What if they're just outside the door? What if they were the ones who brought me here? What if-- Stop. If I continue the stream of what if's, I'll only make myself more afraid and I'll never be able to find out what's going on. I take a moment to calm down. Wiping my tears away with a shaky hand, I scan the desk top. My eyes fall on a piece of paper with hand writing on it and I picked it up.
Dear kid, this is your new apartment. I left some 'necessities' in the fridge. The password to your new email is Sunrise. I'd recommend checking it. My name is Mercurio and I'm gunna drop by later to explain things and drop some of your stuff off. I'm your friend, and as your friend, I'm tellin' you to stay indoors. You'll be a lot safer that way. Just sit tight 'til I get there.
Mercurio
Shock and fear engulfed me as I reread the letter for the third time. This character named Mercurio is on his way here. What am I to expect? Did this person kidnap me? He said that this is my new apartment and that he would be dropping my things off. So he knew where I lived and where my things were? How? Did someone I know give him my address? I don't know anybody from this city. I just moved here, so that couldn't be the case. I didn't even send in my job application to the office I was looking into, so he didn't get my information that way. He said he left some necessities in the refrigerator. Goosebumps raised on the back of my neck as I thought back to the blood bags on the floor. Those? I shook my head, trying to get rid of the thought of them. I'm not going to get any answers by just sitting here.
Mustering the energy, I lifted my hand back to the mouse, clicked the password box and entered 'Sunrise'. The computer accepted it and several more options came up. Before I could click the first one, I heard a knock from behind me. I immediately tensed with fright and tears started to rise from behind my eyes. I waited a moment, hoping they would go away, but they just knocked again and a mumble from behind the door said,
"Kid, you there? It's me Mercurio." Mercurio. He's the one that wrote the letter. He said he would explain things but how do I know he isn't the one who brought me here? I shook my head again. I needed to get some answers and he promised he would give me them. I summoned what little strength and courage I had left and responded.
"...M-Mercurio?" I whimpered. I started to shake again. Tears started to fall but I wiped them away as quickly as I could. Mercurio opened the door and stepped in, carrying a large duffel bag and a cooler. He closed the door with his foot and set the bag and cooler down on the floor beside the door. He turned his attention to me,
"You, you're uh... the kid, right?" Taking in my appearance, he added, "Aw shit, kid. I should'a known you'd be scared to death waking up in a place you don't recognize." He shifted onto one leg and scratched the back of his neck. "A'right, kid...Uhm... Don't be scared. I'm here to help. I'm gunna sit down and help you get things straightened out. That okay?" He paused, waiting for my response. I nodded; anything to figure out where I am and why I'm here. He walked over toward me and sat on the corner of the bed. "Okay, first thing. Tell me what you remember so I know where to start re-cappin' ya." I inhaled and exhaled slowly, hoping my voice wouldn't shake when I finally spoke. It didn't work.
"...Umm, w-well. I...r-remember walking h-home from...college." The words sounded strained. I took another deep breath and waited until I stopped shivering. I exhaled and began again. "I remember walking home from college at around 8 pm." I swallowed. "I usually go a different direction than most, so I was alone. I began to sense I was being followed. I didn't think much of it." I regret that now. "Eventually, someone grabbed me and pulled me into an ally..." Fear crawled it's way up my spine and sent a shiver back down. I tried to continue but an ice cube began to form in my throat. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath, skipping that part. "When I woke up, I found myself here. But... I couldn't control myself... Everything was in a red haze a-and I couldn't think and..." I glanced back to the kitchen and I shut my eyes tightly. After a long pause, Mercurio spoke.
"'Kay, kid... What's your name?"
"Ebony L'pree. People just call me Ebee."
"'Kay, Ebee." He began, then softened his tone. "I know this has been a rough ride for ya, but ya gotta bear with me here. I'm gunna tell you somethin' pretty crazy. Ready?" He waited until I nodded and he almost began again but he lowered his head in contemplation. "...Uh...Err...Hmm." After a moment, he resumed. "Okay," He began enthusiastically. "Take your thumb and put it under one of your canine teeth." He demonstrated using his own thumb and putting it under the tooth he mentioned. I did the same, but something I didn't expect happened. Mine was unusually long. Like... a fang. I looked at Mercurio in horror. "Okay, kid. Calm down and take a deep breath. Like a said, this get's pretty crazy." He waited until I had forced my face to relax. I looked at him intently and he continued. "That right there is your new set of teeth. You grew those. And those over there," He turned and waved the back of his hand to the empty blood bags. "Are blood bags. You remember 'em, right? You drank from 'em. You'll need to keep doing that if you wanna be healthy and that's puttin' it nicely."
I furrowed my brow and frowned. Is he suggesting that I'm some sort of vampire? Saying that's crazy is an understatement, but I needed answers and maybe I could coerce some real ones from him. If he's crazy, I don't want to provoke him by telling him off so I calmly closed my eyes and exhaled. He waited.
"How long have I been here?" I began, starting with a simple question.
"'Bout a week now. I'm not surprised you frenzied. Most don't go that long without a swig."
"Frenzied?" I asked, dubious.
"Yeah, when a uh..." He paused. "When you go without a sip for a while you frenzy."
"Right. And, who are you, exactly?" I tried to keep as little doubt from my voice as possible.
"I'm a salesman of sorts, but I've been sent here by the big man himself to explain things to ya. You'll meet him soon enough."
"Who is he?"
"Don't worry about it. When you feel better I'll take you to go see him. That shouldn't be too long now, seeing as you drank a lot recently." He looked over toward the mess in the kitchen.
"Why am I here? Can't I go back to my own apartment?" Alarm seeped into my voice and I tried to suppress it.
"Well, I wouldn't recommend it. The guys runnin' the show relocated you so you could be closer to the headquarters. They'll probably give you a step-sire to help show ya the ropes, seeing as yours skipped out on ya, so you'll have to drop by to see 'em once and a while. Being on the other side of town might bring up some unnecessary problems when you travel back and forth between your other apartment and the office," He checked his watch. "Which brings me to my next point. When it's daylight, you don't wanna go outside. Only move around when it's nighttime or when you're in the shadows."
"Why?" I narrowed my eyes at him, expecting him to recite yet another vampire fun fact. He noticed my glare.
"Look kid, you wanna go try steppin' outside, be my guest. Maybe you'll learn by learnin' the hard way, but I'm tryin' to help ya learn the easy way and that's a favor most don't get." He growled.
"Now I'm assumin' you've concluded that you're a vampire. Well, you got that part right. You're a vamp now but you know less about 'em than you think. Most of the stupid shit like garlic, runnin' water, silver, and holy stuff is a load o' bull. The only things you need to worry about it stayin' outta sunlight, makin' sure you don't go thirsty, and not makin' an ass outta yourself. They've got a few rules goin' here and if you break 'em you're shit outta luck. Don't go around tellin' people you're a vamp, don't go pullin' off any vamp stunts in public and don't kill nobody. Basic stuff, right?" He dug into his pocket, pulled out a card, and handed it to me. "My card," He pointed to the luggage by the door. "Your stuff. Some blood. See ya at eight." He finished his rant and promptly left, looking annoyed.
I tossed his card on the desk and huffed. I just couldn't help being irritated at how unbelievable the whole mess was. A vampire? How ridiculous is that? I sighed. Well, that's what I wanted to think, but a part of me realized that this 'vampire' thing explained my episode the night before and why I was so thirsty now.
I prodded my tongue against the new set of teeth I had. They didn't budge or feel fake. They weren't that sharp either but my tongue started to get sore from trying to move them.
Looking back at the cooler, I thought about the blood that was inside. If I had more, would that make the pain go away? I licked my chapped lips and moved to get out of the chair. My joints, having settled into position, whined and cracked with the movement. I sat back into the chair, tired, and tried again but more slowly than the first attempt. Baby steps. I slowly made my way to the cooler. When I got there, I knelt down carefully and opened the cooler. It was half way filled with blood bags. Tentatively, I picked one up and stared at it. How am I supposed to open it? I thought back to the empty plastic bags that littered the kitchen floor and shook my head. That's too messy. Instead, I decided to try and open it the way Sun Kiss pouches were opened. I put one fang near the top of the bag and applied pressure. Before I knew it, blood was oozing from the puncture. I quickly slurped up the up coming blood. What disturbed me was how delicious it was, despite being sour and cold.
When the bag was drained, I felt the effects immediately. The soreness in my muscles started to melt away and my joints began to loosen up. I even felt stronger and more energetic than ever. I was ashamed that it worked. Part of me wanted the blood to be gross and ineffective, and yet another part rejoiced and relished in content with the blood in my stomach. I guess there's no denying it, I thought in defeat.
Sighing, I turned to the duffel bag that presumably contained my belongings. I looked inside and found most of my nondescript clothing and some toiletries. I grabbed a handful of clothing and buried my face inside the jumble. I found some solace at finding something familiar of mine, even if I bought these clothes upon my arrival to this city. Regrettably, I didn't bring any nicknacks or trinkets from home. Oh, how I missed home...
I sat there for sometime before I glanced back at the apartment. What a mess. I spent the next hour cleaning the kitchen and putting my things away. If I was going to stay here, I might as well make it feel like home. I reminded myself of the 'head quarters' I was stationed so closely to. If I was relocated because I was previously on the other side of town, that would mean I'm very far away from school. L.A is a big city after all. How was I supposed to get to school if it's so far away? Wait... School starts at 2 pm. That would mean that the sun would still be up. That guy Mercurio told me I couldn't be in the sun anymore. I slumped, depressed. I would have to drop out this semester because of this stupid vampire thing. Why did this happen? I wouldn't be able to ask Mercurio until he came back at eight.
I looked at my wrist watch. It read 12 pm. Great. What was I supposed to do until eight? I looked around. Well, at least this place is cleaner.
I had put my clothes away in the small dresser that stood across from the desk. The empty blood bags were no longer spread across the kitchen floor. I decided to use the cooler as a temporary trash bin until I could go out and buy one. The new blood bags were in the fridge. I put the large duffel bag under the bed, just to get it out of the way. The bathroom, which was on the other side of the kitchen, was fairly clean. The ceramic toilet and shower were just stained a light brown color, probably from age and rust. I had put my bag of toiletries in the sink. It mostly had the basics in there like hair lotions, brushes, blow dryer, etc.
To busy myself for the next few hours, I turned on the T.V. I mostly just mulled over what had become of me, trying to wrap my head around it. When seven rolled around, I thought I would gussy up before I met this 'boss' Mercurio talked about. I took a shower and put on some new clothes and make-up. As I put the make-up bag away in the rusted desk, I heard Mercurio at the door.
"You still in there, kid?" I opened the door. "Ready to go?" I nodded and stepped outside with him. I took in as many details as I could, to make mental notes as to where I now lived. The street sign read Horizon Street. The sign that stated the name of the apartment complex read 'Santa Monica Lofts' and an address number. The buildings around us looked kind of run down. Well, to be frank, it was a dump.
He led me to his car and I got in the passenger's side. After a little ways, he spoke, "Look, Ebee. Sorry, I left in a huff earlier. Breakin' in vamps isn't part of my job description." Then he added, "Plus, I'm not that great with kids." I sighed.
"I'm not a kid." He looked over at me briefly before returning his eyes to the road.
"Yeah, right. How old are you, 14?"
"I'm 18."
"Jesus!You're a little tyke ain't ya? That a medical condition you got goin' on or somthin'?" I knew I was small. At 4'11 and 95 lbs I couldn't blame him for being surprised.
"No. I'm just baby-faced. It runs in my family." And on that note, Mercurio found a space and parked. While he filled the meter, I looked around.
This side of the city was far more urban than the side that I had come from. The streets were busier and the buildings were taller. One of them, two blocks from where we stood, was exceptionally taller than the rest. It loomed over me, almost threatening to topple over, and I staggered backwards.
"Never been to the city have ya?" I turned back to him and swayed, dizzy from looking at the tower. "I'm guessing that's a no." He chuckled and walked past me, toward the tower. I hurried after him.
When we stepped through the rotating doors, I immediately felt out of place. From the marble floors to the chic furniture, this place was incredibly high class. The people who presumably worked here wore fancy business suits and even as they hustled to and fro, they all looked elegant and sophisticated. Whether they were arriving or leaving, they all had a destination, a place they needed to be. No one just stood around. That is, no except for me.
I snapped out of my thoughts and caught up with Mercurio. He approached a line of metal detectors and security guards. I watched him dig out a badge from his pocket and show it to one of the guards. "She's with me." The guard just nodded and let us through. Mercurio led us to a receptionist and he spoke with her. "Hi, I'm here to speak with Lacroix." He showed her the same badge he had shown the security guard. She glanced up briefly and touched the small head set on her ear.
"Sir, Mercurio is here. Would you like to see him? Yes, sir." She let go of the head set and went back to typing. "He's expecting you. I'll send for an elevator." She pressed a button on a panel beside her. "Elevator six. Have a good day."
"Thanks." We walked up a small set of curved stairs beside the reception desk and came to a long hall of elevators. One of them, toward the middle of the hall, opened and we stepped inside. Mercurio hit the Pent House button and the doors closed. When the elevator doors opened again, we stepped into a brightly lit Victorian hall way. The walls, a soft champagne color, had pure white borders. The toffee, glossy wooden floors adorned expensive looking carpets with tiny, baby blue flowers on the edges. Sand colored vines wove intricate yet subtle patterns in the middle of the carpets, interrupting their creamy, base color.
I looked up and saw Mercurio was already ahead of me again. I caught up to him with a few strides and we came to a pair of grand, white-wood doors with gold lined borders. He turned to me. "A'right. This guy's name is Sebastian Lacroix. He manages this company. Keep your answers short, and mind your manners." I nodded.
Mercurio tapped his knuckle on the door twice and a voice with a subtle, french accent told us to come in. Mercurio gripped the golden handles and opened the double doors. We were in a brightly lit office with a similar color palette as the Victorian hall way. The office was rounded toward the end with tall windows consisting the entire back wall. A beautiful round table with three chairs surrounding it sat off to one side of the room. Paintings of angels hung on the upper halves of the walls. Mercurio finally stopped at a golden, yet delicately intricate desk toward the back of the office. There, a man in a black suit sat. The man didn't look up from from his work.
"Please, have a seat." He gestured to the two chairs before the desk. We sat and he continued. "Tell me, miss..." He looked at a file in front of him. "Ms.L'pree. What can you recall from the night of your embrace?"
"Embrace?"
"When you were turned into a vampire." He sighed impatiently.
"Well, I remember being followed for a while. When it happened, I was pulled into a dark ally. I couldn't see who it was that attacked me. After the attack, I blacked out." As I spoke, he began writing on a note pad beside him.
"Can you remember where you were specifically?"
"I was... nearing the crescent and comet intersection by the local library."
"Saint Andrew's Library?"
"Yes."
"Can you tell me what time it was?"
"Between 8 and 8:30 pm."
"Where were you coming from?"
"Saint Mary's School of the Arts."
"And where were you going?"
"To my apartment on Nova's street in the Moonlight Apartment complex."
"When did you begin to notice you were being followed?" He asked and I deliberated.
"...Just before stepping into Courtney's Avenue. I heard footsteps behind me, but no one was there."
"How would you describe your attacker?" I was beginning to get uncomfortable remembering that night. I just wanted to forget about it. Why was he asking me these questions anyway?
"Umm.... He was... Taller. Kind of lean..."
"Did he say anything to you?" I thought very hard. I remember he whispered something. I was too scared to think anything of it so I didn't work on memorizing it. In fact, I tried forgetting the entire experience... But upon further recollection, his words began to come together.
"...'A gift of blood for the Prince'..." I mumbled slowly. The man, Lacroix, stopped writing and looked up for the first time. His steel, gray eyes were full of weight and authority.
"Pardon?"
"The man said, 'A gift of blood for the Prince.'"
"Did he say anything else?" Lacroix asked urgently. He gave me his full and undivided attention as he waited for my response. I became nervous.
"No, that was all he said." I replied defensively. The air became tense somehow. I looked to Mercurio for answers, but his expression was nonchalant. I doubted he was listening very closely. "Why are you asking me all of these questions? Are you trying to catch this guy?" Lacroix came back from his thoughts as he heard my questions.
"Yes. We're working to find your assailant. He has been charged for siring, that is, embracing an individual into the fold, without approval to do so. This is a direct Masquerade violation and is punishable by death. Finding this offender is one of our utmost priorities." He organized the notes he was writing out into a neat pile, "Your cooperation in this investigation would be most appreciated. Should you accept to aid us in this matter, Mercurio will accompany you to the Chairman of the Masquerade Enforcement for a more in depth witness testimony." He stood and nodded. "Thank you for your help thus far. Good evening Ms.L'pree, Mercurio." Lacroix looked somewhat out of sorts, still deep in thought. Mercurio nodded absently and motioned to me that we should get going.
Once we left Lacroix's office and stepped back into the elevator, I asked Mercurio about what I could do to help.
"Well, you haven't been registered as a vampire yet, so you might want to fill out your info before you do anything else." He checked his watch. "I gotta get goin' soon though. I'll take you to the Masquerade Department and have someone get your information forms for you to fill out. When you're done, hand 'em to the receptionist and they'll direct you to Theo Rogers. He's in charge of Masquerade Enforcement." The doors opened on the 23rd floor and we stepped out. This floor was similar to the first floor in all of it's chic, professional style. Mercurio walked up to the receptionist and asked for the information forms he mentioned earlier. After digging around, the receptionist handed him a binder with at least an inch or two in volume.
"The kid also needs to see Theo. She's here to give a witness testimony." The receptionist wrote something down and bid him a good day. Mercurio handed the binder to me.
"Have fun." He said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and took a seat as he left.
The information forms took hours to fill out. The forms had questions that regarded almost every detail of my life. They wanted to know things like who my friends, family and acquaintances were, what my schooling was like, every place I had ever worked for or even applied for, residences I've lived in, memberships or activities I was currently or previously involved in, financial information, contact information, personal information, skills, talents, weaknesses, tastes, goals, etc. etc. etc.... Filling out those forms was the most boring process I've ever gone through. When I was done, I handed the binder to the receptionist. She accepted it and told me the Chairman was down the hall on the left.
When I got to the door, it opened just as I was about to knock on it, which was fairly unnerving, I might add. I pushed the door open further and saw a man sitting at a desk, looking through files. He saw me and stood with an outstretched hand.
"Hello. I'm Theo Rogers, Chairman of the Masquerade Enforcement." I took his hand. He had a strong grip.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Ebony L'pree."
"Likewise. Please, have a seat." I sat in the vacant chair on the opposite side of the table was sitting at. "You're here to give a witness testimony on the missing sire case, am I right?"
"Yes." He sat looking at some notes for a few moments. Without being too conspicuous, I glanced at the notes. They were the same ones Lacroix had been writing out.
"So just to clarify, you were on your way to Moonlight Apartments on Nova's Street from Saint Mary's School of the Arts from 8 to 8:30 on what date exactly...?"
"It was a week ago, so it would be on October 31." I chuckled darkly when I realized I had become a vampire on Halloween. He wrote down the date.
"Right, and you were attacked near Saint Andrew's Library on the crescent and comet intersection?"
"Yes, that's right."
"And you said you felt you were being followed before getting onto Courtney's Avenue, hearing footsteps when no one was around." I nodded. "What other characteristics can you tell me about the offender? Did he have a certain smell? What was he wearing? His voice?"
"Umm..." I remembered seeing his hands when he pulled me into the ally. "Well, I remember he was wearing a nice cologne and a shirt that was a darkly colored button down. His hands were cold and smooth. He didn't have any special accent in his voice."
"Did he threaten you with any weapons?"
"None." He asked me these kinds of questions for a while before I found an opportunity to ask some of my own. "Umm, can I ask you something?"
"Sure. Shoot."
"What's the Masquerade?"
"The Masquerade is a set of vampire laws designed to hide the existence of vampires from humans, or as we like to call them, kine. Masquerade violations result in penalties that can vary depending on how revealing the violation was. In your sire's case, he didn't get approval to sire you, which means you were not cleared for embrace. To be cleared, you would have had to have been approved by a committee comprised of the premogen and exposed to our kind for a measured amount of time as a fledgling. This is to prevent uninformed vampires from frenzing in public or causing some such scene." He paused from his writings and pondered. "That reminds me. We need to get you a step-sire."
"What's a sire?"
"A sire is someone who instructs a fledgling about vampirism before embracing them, making the fledgling their childe. Please excuse me for a moment, I have to make a phone call." He got up and stepped out of the room. He came back a few moments later with a cell phone against his ear. He turned the cell away from his face and asked me, "Are you free to come here on Monday?" I nodded and he turned back to his cell phone. "Yes, she'll be there." He wrote something down on a blank piece of paper and handed it to me. It read, 'Come by around 9 pm on the 14th floor. Ask for Vivian Weiss. She'll be your step-sire.' I looked back up and he had hung up the cell phone.
"Ms.L'pree it's been a pleasure. Thanks for helping us out here tonight." He shook my hand.
"Thank you. Have a good evening." I was excited to leave, it'd been a long night. Upon leaving, I noticed the ground floor was now only dotted with the sophisticated workers.
I looked at my watch, I still had an hour until sunrise. Surprisingly, I wasn't tired at all. Not even a little drowsy. I wondered if that was a vampire thing. Regardless, I was going to head straight home. I didn't want to be caught in a sunrise. I would explore the town more tomorrow night when I had more time.
Despite being a vampire, life still goes on. I had once thought that vampires were dark and seductive, but after actually becoming one, I've learned that that's not the case. I don't feel like the typical vampire that's always portrayed in books or movies. In a way, I'm kind of glad. With all the structure these people have created, it's not that different from being human. I don't know why this has happened to me or what else there is to learn about vampires, but if this is what it means to be a vampire, then life should be bearable. Hopefully.
A/n: Okay, so the story really gets rolling in the next chapter. I'm sorry if this one is kinda boring. :(