-Disclaimer: Neither the characters nor original storyline is my property. Those are all copyright whoever created them. Some ideas are loosely based upon the themes in Vampire: The Masquerade.
-I suggest you watch the movie (I assume you have anyway!)Maximillion breathed in deeply the sweet evening air as he stood at the front door of his new property on the boardwalk. Such a moment was taken rarely anymore, ever since he lost the need for his lungs. This was a time for celebration. The entire beachfront town of Santa Carla was his for the picking, as soon as he set up a decent daytime lifestyle.
After the last earthquake the remaining vampires of Santa Carla had left for more stable grounds, where their homes would be more secure than the shaky instability of the California coast. The hotel incident from the previous month had killed enough of their Kind. But Maximillion stayed behind, positive that he could survive what he mused was Nature's goal to kill what should already be dead.
This, he thought with another deep, empty breath, is all mine. A dream-come-true, he was equipped with a safe haven and a disguise for the living. He walked back into his store and placed a sign in the window: Help Wanted. If he wanted to keep this up during the day, he needed help. A bookstore that only opened at dusk was more than suspicious. He never realized before now just how much his sire did for him. If his heart could still beat, its pace would have quickened slightly. In an instant of panic, questions began racing through his mind: Why didn't I go with everyone else? What the hell was I thinking? Fortunately the thoughts came and went quickly, and he composed himself to his usual laid back cool.
The shop was going to need work. It was in a prime location, but had not been used since it went out of business shortly after the earthquake. No wonder I got such a good deal, he thought. The place was a mess. The previous owners took their goods and left. Tables were upturned, shelves were broken, and back in the corner were pieces of what Max assumed to be a bust of Aristotle. With one last glance outside into the growing darkness of night, he set to work cleaning up his future business.-Author's Note: This is just the introductory chapter. The next one will have more plot and characters. Please tell me what you think; I'm eager to hear what you have to say!