Strange Things
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His mouth is bloodstained and his eyes remain wide open in shock. The unfortunate vamp who finds this guy will have no problem finding out how this unfortunate animal met his end.
I walk down the dark alley to a secluded Triste club. I still carry the dagger in my hand with black blood temporarly stained on the tip. The club is quite deserted, it being hunting hours and all. The infamous hangout is called "Via Videna Tris." It is a rather red place. There are maroon things everywhere, for maroon is the color of our kind. The bartendor notices my presence and tosses me my usual, a large bottle of reddish colored seltzer.
I see a Triste, in a booth hidden by the shadows. I cannot see his hair, but I see all just by looking in one's eyes. His eyes are yellow, and he is somewhat short with blonde hair. I decide to go chat with him and walk over and sit across from him.
"Hey," I say to him.
He just grunts as he continues to move his fingers around the edge of his white wine glass.
"Um...well, my name is Fabricia, second line," I explain my origin.
"Alexander, first line, 1700," he answers a step more advanced.
I have heard of this man many a year before, he was stabbed by Aubrey, a Silver line vamp, and lived to tell about it. His sister is one of the most hunted vampires in the world. She is the fledgling of Ather. Her name is simple and easy to remember, Risika. Last year, she beat the famed vampire, Aubrey, and won! Alexander must still be mourning the ways of his sister.
"Well... I kind of like the silence, so I just don't talk much," Alexander states.
"I have never talked much myself. I usually keep to myself and just... well... think. Ever since I discovered my "gifts", I have taken it upon myself to rid the world of the awful sinners that inhabit it. I deserve to be in the first blood-line. I do so much for the humans it makes me sick. And still, I'm just a second line loser. No one ever talks to me. No one ever listens when I talk. And what pisses me off the most are the first line bastards that take kall the glory of what I work to achieve!" I say.
As soon as the words come out of my mouth, I know I shouldn't have said them. ~I'll take it back.~
" I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. It's just that... I never talk and needed to say that for the longest time."
"I understand. I also agree with you. We need to be more considerate to our inferiors." Alexander says to me.
"Look! You admit that you were wrong, and then you go and say things like that! I can't believe you! All you first liners are the same! You're all arrogant assholes!" I hear myself exploding.
I storm out of the club and out into the night. I realize that I now have an entire line of a superior blood on my back. I am beginning to hate being a Triste.