OOC: This would call for a small group of Vampires, perhaps five to ten, of various sexes and temperaments. Set in a world much like our own, this tight-knit group would struggle on the fringes of society, ever trying to escape notice or detection. Hunt they must, but our vampires are few to the hoardes of an ever expanding human population. It is not like it is in the movies. Our vampiric friends cannot turn to smoke or bats, they cannot fly or seduce mortals with mystic powers. They are strong, yes, and live forever barring a violent death, but reproducing themselves is a risky process, wherein the human candidate often perishes due to the rigors of the Change. Therefore they keep to the shadows, forced to skulk rather than unleash their hunger upon the world unchecked, as they must surely wish to at times.
IC: Katia could not quite remember what it was like to be sane. There were some vague, half-formed memories, of a sunny beach and a mother that used to bake cakes, but the images were clouded, and not always there when she tried to recall them. To Katia, there was only Now, and Now was not so good. Her Family was mad at her. She sat in a corner, contrite, as the members of their band unpacked their few belongings in their new home. They had had to move from London, because Katia had forgotten the Rule. Never hunt without one of the others along with her. It hadn't really been her fault. The old lady had come right to the door, with Bibles to give away, and Katia had been hungry.....
She sat quietly on a box, trying to imagine herself invisible. She didn't suppose it was working so well, because every few minutes, one of her family would look at her and sigh heavily, then continue to unpack. Katia truly was sorry. She did not like to make her loved ones sad, and she did not like the hot, sticky place they had come to live. New Orleans, it was called, and they had rented an old house on the outskirts, that had once been a grand mansion, but was now a crumbling ruin. At least there were lots of rooms and they didn't have to share.
It was night, and Katia could not see outside the window, because there was no moon and candles were burning here in the parlor. Instead, she looked at her reflection and pretended it was her twin. She sang songs to her twin, a very young-looking girl with black hair and eyes, pale skin, and of medium height and slight build. The twin had something of a lost look, as of a puppy who'd been kicked once too often and set out on its own.
She entertained herself in this way as long as she could, but soon she grew restless and turned to the others, saying, "I'm hungry."
IC: Katia could not quite remember what it was like to be sane. There were some vague, half-formed memories, of a sunny beach and a mother that used to bake cakes, but the images were clouded, and not always there when she tried to recall them. To Katia, there was only Now, and Now was not so good. Her Family was mad at her. She sat in a corner, contrite, as the members of their band unpacked their few belongings in their new home. They had had to move from London, because Katia had forgotten the Rule. Never hunt without one of the others along with her. It hadn't really been her fault. The old lady had come right to the door, with Bibles to give away, and Katia had been hungry.....
She sat quietly on a box, trying to imagine herself invisible. She didn't suppose it was working so well, because every few minutes, one of her family would look at her and sigh heavily, then continue to unpack. Katia truly was sorry. She did not like to make her loved ones sad, and she did not like the hot, sticky place they had come to live. New Orleans, it was called, and they had rented an old house on the outskirts, that had once been a grand mansion, but was now a crumbling ruin. At least there were lots of rooms and they didn't have to share.
It was night, and Katia could not see outside the window, because there was no moon and candles were burning here in the parlor. Instead, she looked at her reflection and pretended it was her twin. She sang songs to her twin, a very young-looking girl with black hair and eyes, pale skin, and of medium height and slight build. The twin had something of a lost look, as of a puppy who'd been kicked once too often and set out on its own.
She entertained herself in this way as long as she could, but soon she grew restless and turned to the others, saying, "I'm hungry."
