Chapter One-Part One
Vampiric is a new kind of disease that seemed to originate in New York or Manhattan, which is later found out that the true source was Timbuktu. The symptoms of this disease is an increase in strength, increase in sight (in night too), and a thirst for blood which is more like your old story vampires. There is a branch of this disease which spread through New York. The disease turned everyone into Vampiric by a bite. There are very few normal people left in the world, and those who did are survivors. There are eleven underground strongholds throughout the world. Not a lot of people inhabit these bases. In the first base formed, which is located in Boston, America, there is only about a thousand people in there, each capable of fighting to live. The bases are like underground militaries. The Vampiric race are scared of going under ground or under water. They prefer to travel in the dark. Unlike old stories, garlic, a stake through the heart, sunlight, crucifix, and holy water do not harm these evil vampires. Some have proof to believe that these beasts are invincible. There are people who travel and kill the beasts. They are called Saints. The underground bases are known as the Leaders. The main base for the Leaders is found in Toronto Canada, which, in fact, has the whole city made into a base. In this base, a large army is in waiting for the day of truth. They all have lost someone or something to the evil beasts that now populate the earth. The normal people forced underground. They won't stay like this; they will rebel.
This is not futuristic. It is based in the year 2006. They were right about June, 06, 2006; it was the day the Devil walked the earth, and the Vampirics are his faithful servants.
Chapter One-Part Two
"Arturo! Arturo!" the voice came from down the hall. He listened to the boy yelling for a bit as he smiled playfully on his bed. He stared up at the dirt ceiling; still unaware of why he came here instead of going to Boston. Toronto was close to his home town though.
The boy seemed to explode through the door yelling at him in three different languages, each word seemed to be vulgar. He didn't know the boy could swear like that until now. The boy's name was Marquis Aguilar. He was short, about four or five feet tall. His black-brown hair was down to his shoulders so he tied it up in a knot, which neatly fell on his back.
"Arturo! I've been looking for you all day long! I want to-," he didn't finish his sentence before his older brother, Mark Aguilar picked him up, showing close to no effort at all until the boy started flailing around, hitting Mark in the face a few times. Mark threw the insane child out of the room and smiled at Arturo.
"I'm sorry for my little brother Art." He explained quickly. "I let him out of my sight for one second and he goes to bother you."
"Oh, he's no problem at all. He just gets riled up too easily." Arturo seemed to laugh as he sees the boy struggling to get by his older brother, hurting himself on the dark wooden door in the process.
Mark was a good friend of Arturo. He was very tall, close to a good six feet. He was also very strong. His large muscle-built character took up the whole doorway.
"Hey, Mark! Get out of the way!" Marquis squealed. "I want to talk to Arturo!" He stepped back and slammed his little fist into Mark's back, not moving the muscle tank a bit. Mark didn't even seem to show any sign of feeling his little brother's attempt of attack, instead he smiled.