Hollows Feed

Never have I hated delivery apps more in my afterlife. I tire of sitting on my couch each night; the leather has formed a me-shaped dent. Used to be a challenge, a chase, a game of strategy to get blood and keep unwanted stakes from my heart. Now, with just a click of a button, a human will walk onto any property of their own free will. Poor delivery workers though, they're never paid enough. I pause the scrolling on my phone and look out my balcony doors to the city skyline a-glow against the night's darkness. Largely populated areas are best for my kind to lay low; the crime and death rates are always higher. [[Continue-> Next 1]] {<script> var Fade = document.createElement('audio'); Fade.src="HF_Assets/Fade.wav"; Fade.loop = true; Fade.play(); </script>}

The shortness of human lives, their desire to live, yet their paradoxical nature of destruction. Honestly, if Vampires and Humans compared a body count, who would be considered monsters in the end? A pounding from my front door reverberates through my apartment. "Hey, open up ya introverted bestie!" a voice calls from my front door. Ah, then there's Ben. Ben never questions all the money I throw around. Or why I live in a decent apartment, and not the penthouse I own, along with the building. I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm a part of a large-scale mafia ring. Which isn't far from the truth. [[Continue->Next 2]]

Ben rolls his eyes “Wasn’t expecting a costume party either, too tacky for me usually; but Frank is //so// bloody gorgeous. Had to improvise with ex’s role-play box. Can't show up to a //Holloween// costume party with no costume." I cock an eyebrow, "Frank?" "So, bestie, I know I say it a lot: but he is the one," Ben's hand's flair as he punctuates his words. "We met at a cafè, we vibed so well we talked for two whole hours, and the next thing I know: I'm agreeing to meet him at a frat party on the Brynwood campus. And he's a hottie, but, like, since I only met him a few hours ago, I'm not //that dumb//. So, like, can you pretty please, cherry-on-top come with me?" [[Continue->Next 2.5]]

"Yes, party, do keep up hun, It's Halloween, and I had to go through my ex's role-play box tonight, like ew, but Frank is going to make it worth it." I cock an eyebrow, "Frank?" "So, bestie, I know I say it a lot: but he is the one," Ben's hand's flair as he punctuates his words. "We met at a cafè, we vibed so well we talked for two whole hours, and the next thing I know: I'm agreeing to meet him at a frat party on the Brynwood campus. And he's a hottie, but, like, since I only met him a few hours ago, I'm not //that dumb//. So, like, can you pretty please, cherry-on-top come with me?" [[Continue ->Next 2.5]]

“Perfect! Now we just got find you a quick costume, we could stop by my place and do another raid of my ex’s role-play box?” [["I’ve got it covered thanks."]]

I stand before my floor-to-ceiling line mirror as I consider myself for a brief moment. (The usage of Gender-neutral terms will be used throughout this game, this choice only dictates what perception //you// have of this character) [[Female Presenting-> Androgenous]] <img src="HF_Assets/+Regan.png"></center> [[Male Presenting-> Androgenous]] <img src="HF_Assets/-Regan.png">

A smirk rises to my lips as I touch a photo from 1897, the one-hundredth anniversary of the day my sire turned me into the blood-thirsty creature I am today. Then I turn my head in disgust, as it was also the day my sire murdered the Deval's, a high-class family, for commenting on her outdated attire. My sire was rather fond of making humans dance for her, as she never cared to admit she ever was one. Larrisa would brag about how she finally found her escape from such a weak and ill-designed vessel. The photo is simply a reminder of what I never want to become. Larissa is a vile sire that I wish would cease to remember I existed already. She only visits when her latest toy breaks, becomes too predictable, or turns on her. As vile as she is, her age and power far out-weights my mere two centuries. We parted paths a few years after the Deval incident. There’s a supernatural pull between a vampire and its maker. One that I wished I’d been able to resist sooner in my afterlife. [[Look for my cat, as I've a sudden urge to pet Loki]] [[Continue ->Next 3]]

I call out Loki’s name a few times. A muscular-looking white and gray eared cat chitters from under the bed and comes dashing out to my legs. I reach down and scoop up the heavy cat. “Howes my handsome little man doing?” I sit on the bed with Loki in my lap and scratch him behind his ears. I always have a cat lounging around whatever home I’d settled into for each of my identities. I associate each life I’ve lived with a different cat. Around the time a cat enters its 16th to 20th year of life, the humans around me begin to notice my lack of aging. Which is when I find a way to disappear, fake my death, and leave my feline companion with the human closest to me during those years. Loki is only about 5 years old, the same time I've had in my current life in this mid-western city. “Sorry boy, I have to go with Ben to a party tonight, so you’ll have the bed to yourself tonight.” Loki purrs harder but yaps as I slide him off my lap. I stand and consider the fresh cat hair on my shirt. The reason I keep a lint brush in the car, bathroom, and by the door to the apartment. [[Stop and consider the photos]] [[Continue ->Next 3]]

I grab a leather coat from my closet, shrugging off the memories and Loki's yapps of protest. I Drop my fangs as I step out of the bedroom. My lips part as I flourish my smile at Ben. He points with the keys in his hand, “Fake fangs and a tie,” Ben complains and scowls. "I like the classics," I say with a smirk. “I hate that you pull it off,” He replies and tosses my keys over. [[***A 20 min Drive later***]]

Ben nearly sprints out of the passenger seat of the car; my hands grip the steering wheel tightly as I look at the mirror and contemplate my goals for the night. 1.) Feed on at least one source of blood. 2.) Don't get caught and don't leave behind evidence. 3.) Don't let Ben get himself killed or kidnapped. Five years is a bit too soon for the hassle of creating a new identity and destroying this one. My phone lets off a growling sound: the notification sound of my Growlure app. Growlure is a dating site for supernaturals, spelled to only be seen by non-humans. I didn't download the app, but one of my succubus pals did after a week-long bender of reminiscing over a memento box of my ex and enough liquor to kill a small village. [[Check Growlure Matches.]] [[ Think about my Ex.]]

There are two matches listed on the screen that pinged as nearby. Seems there are two at this party tonight. Neither of them lists the kind of supernatural they are. Which I don't either, being that open about one's nature can lead to ambushes, or fang-seekers looking for some vamp blood to get high off of. Also can keep from an increase of violence between certain factions of supernatural species. Even within the supernatural world, there’s still racism and prejudice. Should see what happens when ancient Vampires and Werewolves come across each other; or when those with demonic and celestial blood happen to notice each other in public. There's even rumors of a Vampire hunter bloodline still trying to keep up their tradition of bigotry and murder. [[Hmmm…]]

When Alice and I met, she was a simple waitress and talked about her dream of traveling across the country, just needed to save up a few hundred dollars first. Mind you, a few hundred in the 1900s was equal to over thirteen hundred after modern inflation. I went to that restaurant daily and listen to her passion for traveling for hours. This 20 something woman just wanted free of her small-town life but had no idea who she was spilling her life story to. After a few months of a dance of half-truths and snips of my life without the gory supernatural details: she came into work one day with a bruised eye and a split lip. Anger is an emotion I've tried hard to keep under control, as it's one that vampires often lose themselves to. Her forced smile and un-usually quiet voice broke my control. Alice's mother wasn't the only monster in her life though. That day I tipped Alice four hundred dollars and paid her mother a visit. I figured Alice would be long gone with the money or at work. I showed her mother the monster I am, fangs and all, and told her how I'd rip her throat out if she ever touched Alice again. Her pale shaking form simply looked over my shoulder, where Alice stood. [[That's enough Backstory->Check Growlure Matches.]] [[Want to know what happened with Alice!]]

As I gaze at the confirmed match text over the image of Liv: a loud thunk echo from the back window, I whip my head back to see Ben's back pressed against the rear window. I leap out of the car. A muscled, shirtless man has Ben trapped in a passionate kiss. A foxtail hangs from the back of the man's jeans, a set of realistic fox ears poke out from his ginger hair. [[ Roll my eyes and wait.]] [[ Press the alarm bottom on my Key Fob. ]]

As you gaze at the confirmed match text over the image of Liv there’s a thunk on the back window and you whip your head back to find Ben being pressed against the back of your chevy cruse. You dash out of the car and spot a large muscled and shirtless man pinning Ben to the back of the car in a passionate kiss. A tail foxes attached to his jeans and realistic fox ears poking out from his ginger hair. [[ Clear your throat to get their attention (F.P)]] [[ Roll your eyes and wait (F.P)]] [[ Press the alarm bottom on my Key Fob.

Startled, Ben makes a paradactyl sound, the Fox man jumps back too, his tail seems to distort. I notice a glamour spell when I see one. The man’s //fake// tail just a second ago now seems much more realistic and poofed like an animal in distress. “Oi, that was not cool, Regan,” Ben stamper out; the fox guy simply glares at you while his tail flutters about. “Sorry, slip of the finger, I swear,” I reply defensively, hands up. [[ Smirking ]] “So, this the hottie from the cafè?" [[ Curtly]] “Who’s the furry?”

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I stand there, the moon shines across the row of cars around us. A few people pass by, they point at Ben and his foxy friend with a giggle. After a few minutes pass, I cough into my hand. Frank slowly leans away from Ben and cocks his head at me. Ben flushed and breathless peels himself off Frank. “Sorry bestie, I uh-, this is Frank, the guy I was telling you about.” "I gathered, hello Frank, nice costume," I say. "Nice fangs," Frank says, a fox ear twitches. “Party time?" Ben blurts out, and I gesture for them to lead the way. [[ Follow them.]]

Ben visibly blushes. “Yes, this is Frank,” Ben says and grabs Frank by the hand, "And it's party time, peeps, let's go get wasted," Frank smiles at Ben with a hunger that I don't know what to make of yet. “Right behind you,” I say. [[ Follow them.]]

"Regan!" Ben huffs at me, his face still red. "What, am I wrong?" I reply and shove my hands in my pockets. "Well, your not, not wrong," Frank says with a crooked smile. "The furry speaks, just wondering, how's that tail attached?" I ask; Frank's smile drops. "How'd you get those fangs so realistic?" Frank asks, his hand slips around Ben's side. Frank and I consider each other for another moment. "They're carved ivory, got them custom made for a kinky ex," I respond finally. Ben claps his hands and blurts out, "Party time?" I gesture for them to lead the way. [[ Follow them.]]

The girl trips and falls back into a passing woman dressed as a pirate. I pat at my tie and scoff at the mess she’s made out of my soaked tie and now pink-tinted shirt. “Bloody drunken mess ruins my tie, and I haven't even had a drink yet,” I mutter and look down at the two-woman un-tangle themselves and stand, the drunk clutching onto the pirate’s arm for support. “Sorry bout that,” The drunk girl slurs out and waves her hands at my tie. The pirate woman, who seems familiar, tilts her head at the drunk. “Miranda?” she blurts out; something about her brown eyes and freckles… [[ "Liv?"]]

I catch them just before they hit the ground. She’s laughing and rather lethargic in my arms as I pull her to me to stop people from running into the two of us. “Heeey, thanks,” the girl slurs out and smiles while patting me on the chest. She’s staggering and beardly able to stand. “Drink was strong-hic-stronger than expected, but goo-good,” She gets out through hic-ups and slurred words. [[ “You okay?” ]] I ask.

“Oh, yeah, just head-heading to the toilet, got to pissss,” She ends in snickering and a finger on my shirt. I look over to Ben and Fox in the other room, their faces close together, both smiling and talk quietly. Their too absorbed in each other to notice I’ve been stopped. [[ Help the girl to the bathroom ]] [[ Brush her touch off and let her go (F.P) ]]

I grab the arm of the nearest person “, Point me in the direction of the bathroom,” They scowl and point up the stairs on the other side of the hallway. I cautiously place an arm around the girl’s shoulder and half guide and half carry her through the hallway to the stairs. I hear a whistle coming from the room Ben was in and a loud snort. Scoffing at the implied notion, [[I continue up the stairs]]

I'm not here to help a drunken girl get to a bathroom. "Good luck with that," I mutter and head towards Ben. The crowd has me dodging shoulders and random costume props. As I reach the mingle of people by the couch, another person bumps into my side. [[ Fangs out and hiss (F.P)]] [[ Ope, Sorry there]]

A few minutes later I'm backing into a door label with a cartoon toilet drawn hastily on a piece of paper. The whole way up the stairs the girl didn’t’ stop laughing and mentioned a few times a guy gave her a tasty drink. “It was so gooood, made me feel all warm and fuzzy,” She muttered on, “your hands are cold…but your nice, so I forgive you for spill-spilling my drink,” I close the door and kneel in front of her. I could hear the blood in her veins, my mouth waters as I considered the drunken woman. I know there'd be consequences to drinking the blood of a person extensively intoxicated. If I were to partake in this one's blood: I'd surely wake up with one nasty headache in the morning. Not to mention the moral implication of drinking from one so thoroughly defenseless. [[“How Many Drinks have you had?” I ask her]] [[ Stare at her pulsing neck vein (F.P)]]

“Only two,” Miranda says, presents two fingers and giggles. “Must be a lightweight,” I laugh. “Nope, I drink all the time, guy just made me a strong drink-hic,” She trails off and her head tilts: the only indication given before she slumps over, I catch her just before her head hits the tub beside her. She's unconscious and snores softly. I relize exactly what's happend to the woman. [[ She’s a stupid party girl with a low tolerance (F.P)]] [[ Something’s not right… wake her back up ]]

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This girl has been roofied. I gently shake the girl back awake. “Noo, five mo’ m-minutes mommy,” the girl sobs out. “Hey, who gave you that tasty drink?” I ask soothingly. “Tommy, Tommy with the Tommy gun,” She slinks further into the tub, and a soft snore echoes against the ceramic basin. I have the perfect opportunity to feed on this woman, but I also know that feeding on her would ultimately affect my ability to choose whom I feed on for the rest of the night. Being intoxicated always makes my thirst worst, and my ability to resist killing slim. Not to mention the implications of feeding on such a defenseless person that a different monster has already taken advantage of tonight. [[ Feed]] [[ Kill]] [[ Leave ]]

Who the hell cares if she's like this, I'm a monster after all. I let go of morality a long time ago. I lean over the woman sink my fangs into her neck, her blood feels like an acidic shot of tequila. Warmth spreads down my throat and into my chest as I take a long drink. I pull back and stand, my legs nearly buckle. I reach out and grasp the shower curtain: it tears under my weight. Laughter bursts from my chest as I lay on the ground; the world tilts and sways in and out. My head hits the side of the tub just as the darkness overtakes my will to stay conscious. [[ Continue -> Drunk girl's blood ]]

Who the hell cares if she's like this, I'm a monster after all. I let go of morality a long time ago. I lean over the woman sink my fangs into her neck, her blood feels like an acidic shot of tequila. Warmth spreads down my throat and into my chest as I take a long drink. I pull back for a moment, breathe in the fuzzy warmth in my veins, and return to my prey. The girl's limbs twitch as I drain the last few drops from her. I stand, my legs nearly buckle. I reach out and grasp the shower curtain: it tears under my weight. Laughter bursts from my chest as I lay on the ground; the world tilts and sways in and out. My head hits the side of the tub just as the darkness overtakes my will to stay conscious. [[ Continue -> Drunk girl killed ]]

Doing the right thing is not always the easiest, but I know that feeding on the woman would be wrong and end up with the worst headache in the morning. I leave the bathroom and shut the door quietly behind me. I stop a buy with a red-solo cup and a sharpie, “Can I borrow your sharpie?” “Sure bro, no prob,” He hands it over, I turn back to the door and cross out the cartoon toilet, and under it write Out of Service. Now… [[Try to find Tommy with a Tommy Gun]] [[ Go check on Ben and his Foxy date (F.P) ]]

I need to find the douche that roofied the party girl, otherwise others may be in danger too. Wouldn't mind taking a bite out of him either, would make for a much more interesting dinner, and morally speaking would be doing the world a favor it I accidently happened to take a bit too much blood and he tragically died by my hands... [[ Continue -> Next 5]]

I make my way back down the staircase and san the mesh of bodies for any sign of a guy with a Tommy gun. As I’m searching, I find a hand waving at me follow the movement to and eye patch and a whiskey-colored eye; Liv is calling my name over the din of the crowd between us. A pirate’s life for me, please. Liv smiles and gestures for me to come over to follow her as pushes off the wall she was leaning against and slips around a corner into the room with the large leather couch. [[ Pause search and go to Liv ]] [[ Tommy needs to be found now (F.P)]]

I slip through the crowd in a blur to catch up to Liv. She’s at a make-shift bar at the back of the room, two drinks in hand. A tap on your shoulder has you turning to Ben. “You’ve been gone for a bit, where’s that girl you were dragging upstairs go?” Ben asks, Foxy Frankie is no longer glued to his side. [[Truth]] “Wasn't like that..." [[ Deflect (F.P)]] "Where’s Frankie?"

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“She was roofied by an asshole named Tommy, who’s toting a Tommy gun: let me know if you see him, I’ve got a few words I’d like to say,” I tell Ben "No f-ing way, I've a few words for the dead-beat, girly, and I'm sure Frankie will too, just need to go pry him away from his twin sister's side..." Ben says and steps away. [[Twin sister? (F.P)]] [[That's a later problem.]]

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I get shoved a bit from behind as someone stumbles into me. [[ Fangs out and hiss (F.P)]] [[ Ope, Sorry there]]

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“No worries, my fault anyway,” The man that stumbled into me says. I turn and find crystal blue eyes looking through night colord hair and lashes.. [[ Jack? (F.P)]] [[Say nothing ]]

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He nods at me and turns away. I stand there and weigh my options. “Hey, Regan, right?” Liv asks as she slips next to me; spouting two red solo cups. A smirk graces her freckled cheeks; her fake eye patch flipped up. [["I am, yes," I take the drink she holds out.]] [[ “Nope.” (F.P)]]

“I hope you like rum and coke; there’s not much to choose from.” She takes a drink. I follow suit with a small sip. I can still drink other things than blood. As it turns out, getting drunk is incredibly easy for vampires. [[ How and why please ]] [[ Don’t care about Vampire lore, get with the Game!->"Penny for your thoughts?”]]

The reason a vampire must drink blood isn't just because it's thirst or hunger. It's because our blood doesn’t produce oxygen. While we don’t have to breathe due to being dead, our cells still need oxygen to function at the compacity we do: which is faster, stronger, and for much longer than humans and even some supernatural’s. When we need blood, it’s like a slow suffocation, as we //can// breath, but oxygen isn’t getting to our system due to our blood not holding on to any oxygen. Therefore, when we drink alcohol, something that messes with the ability to absorb oxygen: shit hits the fan quickly. [["Penny for your thoughts?”]] Liv asks, I zone back into the world.

I make my way from the dimly lighted electicly decorated living room to the hallway that connects the entirety of my quaint but spacious apartment. I open the door, Ben rushes in out of breath. His six-inch heels clack on the wood floor as he marches straight past me and to the living room. His powder-blue maid outfit flares as he flops down on the couch. <img src="HF_Assets/Ben.png"></center> "Come on in..." I say to empty air, close the door and follow my frantic friend. “Hey, I know it’s kind of last-minute, and I know you hate going to big parties and the like; but I need you to make an exception,” He says. [["What the hell are you wearing?"]] [["Party?"]]

As I’m about to respond, a holler from my right and a crash turn the room's attention to a man in a pinstripe white suit brandishing a Tommy Gun crash down the staircase. Tommy pops up with his hands up, a fake Tommy gun clicking. Tommy screams in frat-boy nonsense and fists bump fellow heathens around him. [[ Continue -> Next 6]]

“No shit, I mean I could tell that by looking at him, but I’m guessing you know more if you’re glaring at him like that, Hun,” Liv says. I cock my head and consider her for a moment: her gaze was locked on Tommy with a pricing gaze and a clenched Jaw. As I tell her what happened to the party girl upstairs, I notice her fist turns white and her eyes seem to grow brighter, nearly gold. “What a vile freaking scum bag,” As her voice crackles with a growl, her nails seem to grow a bit longer, and darker. [[ Continue -> Next 7 ]]

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I'd been invited to parties like this with Ben before, I've made an excuse to not go, or down-right told him I hated parties when needed. This party is on //Brynwood campus// though; Where people go missing every month. Where campus security is a running joke, without the ability to run with their bursting belt-sizes. Not to mention the handful of bodies found in the woods next to the campus this past year. Meaning the party would make for the perfect feeding ground. Plus, if Ben gets murdered, I'd feel bad and like have to go avenge him or something. [[I don’t know, it’s not my style…]] [["Sure, sounds fun."]]

(text-style:"bold","underline","emboss","fidget")[Hallows Feed] (text-style:"italic","underline")[Created by Kat M. Everson ] This is a story about a Vampire and their need to Feed on Hallows eve during a present modern setting in a world where supernatural beings are widespread, but not yet known to the human public. Some choices will be small and simply a play preference, and others will determine the ending of your Vampiric night. You can choose to take the moral high ground, a chaotic middle ground, or a murderous low ground. Whatever your choices, have fun and enjoy seeing through the eyes of the undead in modern society. (text-style:"italic","mark")[Currently only some of the A story is present, Choices marked as (F.P) = Future Pathways, and are in the works to being full pathways one day.] [[Start Game->Intro]] [[Cite Page (Image/Sounds used)]]

Perhaps goal number 4 for the night can be to find a little company for the night... [[Liv:]] <img src="HF_Assets/Liv.png"></Center> [[Jack: (F.P) ]] <img src="HF_Assets/Jack.png"></center>

“I think going as a Vampire is pretty basic, but otherwise I’ve no problems with your kind, as long as they have no problems with mine,” Live states. [["No problems here, I don't mind a beautifl woman with both bark and bite," I respond, as she’s stunning and Werewolf bites aren’t poisonous to Vampires save on full moons.->No Problems]] [[“A few, but don’t want any trouble, and no intention of causing any,” I reply, not truly wanting to start anything with someone that hollows at the moon and becomes a bit toxic to Vampires once a month for three days. -> problems (F.P)]]

“Glad to hear, and you’re not so bad looking yourself lovely,” Liv says and takes a step closer. There’s a small tightness in my chest as my body swaying towards Liv, my breath quickens as the first symptoms of suffocation from lack of blood take their toll. Liv’s eye’s tighten and her hand brushes mine. “I’m rather thirsty right now, and there’s a certain vile scum I have my fangs set on, mind if I step away and give Karma a helping bite?” [[I explain to Liv and lean into her touch.]] “I apologize, but there’s a something I must take care of before I continue our wonderful conversation, I’ll find you when I’m finished?” [[I ask her and step away.(F.P)]]

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Liv’s mouth softens and she takes my hand and brings it to her lips. “Or, we could give karma, and you, get a helping bite,” Liv offers. [[“That dose sound rather fun,]] I think. As I just need a little bite to eat before we continue getting to know each other.” I say and slip a finger into Liv’s belt and pull her closer. [[(F.P)“I’d rather hunt alone,]] then come find you and get to know you better, if that’s okay with you?” I ask and slide my hand out of her touch gently.

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“Though I vote to check on the party girl briefly, then go find your karmic approved meal.” “Yes, that’s probably the right thing to do,” [[ A few minutes later ]]

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As I usher Liv into the door I here an exclamation as Liv rushes to the girls side, “Holy shit I know her, she and I used to be best friends back in middle school, before I, well, got turned…” Liv trails off, she takes the girls plus and sighs. “Her name is Miranda, we drifted apart once I became a werewolf, she couldn’t stand all the lies I started telling, as the pack I was in didn’t allow anyone to inform a human of the supernatural world.” I step up behind her and kneel down next to her. Her sent of cotton, rose water, and a hit of copper drifts in the air. My dry mouth aches and my breath gets shorter. [[ Push away the thirst and Comfort Liv]] [[ Lean towards Liv and the hunger]]

A vein in Liv's neck pulses, my mouth waters as I take a disjointed step forward. "Whoa there, you okay?" Liv asks turns to me, "Oh, you're a vampire." She states and crosses her arms. I turn away and catch my reflection in the mirror over the sink. My eyes are dark and light blue veins pulse beneath my skin; the more deoxidated blood gets, the darker it gets. I retract my fangs and suck in a breath. "You seem pretty hungry; you okay? I know you're kind can get a bit out-of-sorts when you've been too long without blood," Liv asks and places a hand on my arm. [[ She's not afraid of me...(F.P)]] [[ She should be afraid of me (F.P)]]

I halt my breath and lay a hand on Liv’s back, “We’ll get him back for this, as far as you want to go.” Her back is hard, a slight tremble under my fingers. “We will, and make no mistake, I mean to go as far as it takes,” Liv says and brushes Miranda's hair to the side. I stand as Liv’s does; she turns, and her mouth is jutted with a mouth of large fangs her eyes are completely golden. Scratch marks left behind where she touched the tub side. “Then let’s go get the bastard,” I say and jester her to the door in a flourish, “after you Madame wolf,” [[*** 10 min's later ***]]

Liv is chatting up Tommy by the bar, her hand trails up his arm and my jaw tightens. I’m with Ben by the leather couch, pretending to drink. Liv and I had come up with a plan to get Tommy boy alone, she'd said to give her 20min's with Tommy, then follow them off togeather when she gives a signal. “I’m so glad you gave me a distraction from the disaster that is my love life right now,” Ben says as he downs his drink, apparently he didn’t listen to the ‘pretend’ part of our role in this. “Frankie is such a fucking tease, hits on me constantly the whole ride here, even makes out with me on getting out of the car, but the moment his twin sister shows up, he’s her little lap dog and follows her around like a little perverted puppy,” [[ Give Ben Advice (F.P)]] [[ Ignore Ben ]]

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I Ignore Ben’s prattles, when I’d come down with Liv in tow he introduced himself and made a fuss about being left behind by his date and bestie. I told him what was going on, and he wanted to help, I then had to convince him that me and Liv will get the perfect revenge on Tommy and to be the look out. (text-style:"blurrier")[“…and what is up with the weird goolie eyes Frankie makes at his sister, like it’s so cringe how much he does for her, Regan why can’t I get a guy to look at me like that?] Hello? Regan, are you listening to me?” Ben snaps his fingers at me a few times. [[ “Oh, uh, Yes…?”]] [[ “Nope” (F.P)]]

Ben squints his eyes and takes a breath, my attention rolls back to Liv; whom just signaled me with two finger’s tapping the side of her cup. “Time to go give Tommy a lesson on chivalry,” I step away from Ben. Liv takes Tommy by the arm and playfully pulls him towards the room’s exit, toward the stairs upstairs and an empty room we cased out a few minutes’ prior. [[Continue ->Next 8]]

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She’s a Werewolf, the species I’m meant to hate naturally. Though I’ve never believed in dumb blood feuds truth be told. Plus, she’s smoking hot; and seems like she too wants to enact some karma on Tommy as much as I do. Should still probably figure out her opinion on bloodsuckers, perhaps without presenting my blood-sucking status... Or just confront her. [[(F.P) “Do you think Karma will take care of Tommy]], or do you think we should help Karma out a bit?” I ask and keep a thought on my fangs staying firmly retracted. I place my hands in my pockets and ask Liv “Totally not a relevant question, but [[What’s your opinions on Vampires?”]] I flick my fangs out and give her a full view of them with a lick of my lips.

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Liv and I had picked out a bedroom at the end of the hall upstairs, a few doors down from the bathroom party girl are still taking a nap in. It’s secluded, far from the party, and most importantly, has handcuffs we found in a draw already set up on the headboard of the bed in the corner of the room. Whoever’s room this was seemed rather fond of bondage, as we found many other items I’d rather not get into. The handcuffs were surprisingly sturdy, like real police issued ones. Not that I know the feel of police-issued cuffs… I slid up to the bedroom door, Ben at the end of the hall, keeping watch and barring people from going further down the hall with a story for any party goers. “Don't want to go back there, there’s an overflowing toilet that’s stunk up the whole hallway,” the sound of his voice is fading as I focus on the sounds of the voices inside. Vampire's hearing is more intense than Human hearing but has to be focused, or too much sound can be overbearing for even the oldest Vampire. The low-toned voice of Tommy’s on the other side wavers, “Handcuffs, I don’t think so Chica," [[Barge in (F.P)]] [[Give Liv more time]]

I lean closer to the door and hold the breath I don’t need. “A tough guy like you is afraid of a little bondage?” Liv says,“Besides there play cuffs, big boy, they come off easy, let me show you.” “Well, in that case, why the hell not?” Tommy’s laugh turns my stomach, and I stuck in a silent breath and lick my lips. “Here, sees big guy, just a little click, then you’re stuck, now comes the part I’m going to enjoy the most,” Liv’s voice sounds closer to the door. The door opens a crack, and I slip into the room. “The hell? Didn’t know you came with a friend, Tommy doesn’t mind friends,” Tommy said from the bed, cuffed to the headboard and a hungry look in his eyes. I close the door behind me and address Tommy, “Oh, I’m not here as your friend Tommy, I’m here as Karma’s Friend.” I move to the foot of the bed and run a finger up his pinstriped pants. [[ Explain to Tommy why He’s a dick ]] [[ Skip the talking and Feed already (F.P)]] <script> audio.src=""; </script>

“You see, you’ve done something tonight that’s downright despicable,” I say and let the tide of the hunger unleash. Tommy’s face falls and he jerks at the cuffs. “Your face, it-it’s…” Tommy stutters out, “What the fuck are you?” Liv saunters around my side and leans against the dresser to the side of the bed. A mirror on the dresser shows my eyes darken and purple veins pulse beneath my skin. The more deoxidated blood gets, the darker it gets, purple is one of the last stages before I’m lost within the hunger. “You intended to rape poor Miranda tonight, I’m not the only monster here Tommy boy,” I tell him. The cuffs rattle as Tommy pulls and pulls at them, he tries to holler for help. “Big boy got lungs,” Liv says and starts a record player resting on the dresser, Don’t mind the killer look either,” Liv winks. “Rape? it’s not rape if-if she likes it, I mean…” Tommy’s eyes dart about, his Adam's apple bobbing. [[Enough talk, Feed ]] He’s scum… [[ Let him speak (F.P). ]] Give him a chance to explain. {<script> var Action = document.createElement('audio'); Action.src="HF_Assets/Action.wav"; Action.loop = true; Action.play(); </script>}

I look down to see Liv’s hand gripping my arm and her jaw firm. My fangs are down, and I turn my head away. “They're such fucking idiots,” Liv mutters and takes another drink, her hand slides off me and a shaky smile graces her lips. “Yeah, and the one with a Tommy gun is also a potential rapist,”[[I retort.]] “Yes, and if you'll give me a moment I have a friend to check on, he's a human here with whom I believe is a Kitsune," [[I tell Liv as I take a step away.(F.P)]]

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I leap on top of the vile man, use his hair as leverage to expose his neck, and with a fluid motion drive my Fangs into his Carotid Artery. The sweet rush of life flows over my tonged, each person tastes a bit different. Tommy wasn’t the best vintage I’ve had, but not the absolute worse either: like a soured apple cider starting to ferment. One hand gripped his hair tightly, the other firmly sunk into his shoulder. He had let go of a small shriek before my venom entered his bloodstream. While little Tommy boy here needed Ketamine to get a girl to co-operate, my venom was a natural muscle relaxant and general anesthesia. His struggles slipped away as his body slumped under me. [[ I Should stop before I kill him (F.P). ]] [[ Tommy deserves death, finish my meal. ]]

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This man was going to rape a girl after drugging her into oblivion. If he gave her no choice over her own fate, why should I let him back out into the world to continue what he started on another victim later? The blood flow slows and I dig in deeper and let go of my inner battle. Blood gives me life, I might as well take his for the betterment of the world. (text-style:"blurrier")[“Regan? Hey, I thinks that’s enough,”] (text-style:"blur")[Reagan tries to get my attention,] “Hey!” A hand pulls at my shoulder. [[ Let Liv pull me off Tommy.]] [[ Growl and Kill Him (F.P). ]]

I dethatch from Tommy's throat and turn to Liv, "Yes?" "I just, well, didn't know you were going to kill him..." Her eyes met mine, her hands clenched by her side, "I want to be the one that finishes him, for what he did to Miranda and the other girls..." "Other girls?" I ask. "When I was talking with him, I mentioned how I preferred men with experience, he bragged about other girls he had a one-hundred-percent rate with girls due to his: patented method," Liv explained, her eyes glowing, blood seeps from her hands. - [[ Step aside and let Liv Kill Tommy ]] [[ Ask if she's sure she wants that on her mind (F.P)]]

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Without further thought, you step away from the bed and let Liv pass. Liv hovers over Tommy’s lethargic form, her nails elongate, her back stiffens and her ankles snap as they grow and her form stretches from a hybrid form of wolf and humanoid. Tommy’s head lolls to the side and his eyes flutter and open. The color flashes from his skin and his slowed hands rattle the cuffs pathetically as he tries to lift himself. Tommy’s scream is cut short as Liv slashes her claws across his throat. A splatter of blood on the dresser mirror is what I focus on as Liv’s claws tear the rapist apart. The song on the record - [[ ***20 mins Later*** ]]

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To properly cover our tracks, we took our time crafting the room to look like a freak animal attack, I even went outside and jumped through the window to make sure the glass was broken in the right direction. Once we were sure there would be no linking Tommy back to us, and got Miranda out of the tub and in a taxi home, there was Ben to deal with. Once upon-a-time, there was a strict no telling humans about the supernatural world. Since hundreds of years have gone by since the council had even bothered to meet, no one truly knew what the rules were anymore about bringing humans into the mythic world. [[ Tell Ben the truth(F.P) ]] [[ Lie to Ben ]] <script> audio.src=""; </script>

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I prepare to tell Ben a lie of how we’d cuffed him to the bed, stripped him naked, and wrote rapist in sharpie on his stomach and forehead; then left him there, the end. Which we’ll say we didn’t take pictures because we didn’t want Tommy to come after us for them. Liv and I, sporting matching black and white suites from my car walk down the hall to where Ben last was, only to find Jack pinning Ben to the wall in a sloppy drunken embrace. The two seemed rather involved with their world. [[ Break them up and Tell him now. ]] [[ Wait till after the party. ]] {<script> var Fade = document.createElement('audio'); Fade.src="HF_Assets/Fade.wav"; Fade.loop = true; Fade.play(); </script>}

First impressions of the party: too many people packed in a sleazy house. The entrance is a stream of people moving room to room. Every set of eyes I meet, I can feel their lust, resentment, curiosity, or blatant indifference. Red-solo-cups clutches in nearly every hand and scatter the surfaces of the house. Various costumes all clash together in the room across from the entrance. Music and bodies clash in the spacious dance floor in the center. Those too tired, too prideful, or just too heavily costumed: all hang around a leather couch in the dimly lit corner. An older style bar is set up at the back of the room, where more solo cups and large bottles of liquor are lined. A single guy is behind the bar serving drinks with a stained tuxedo shirt. I step into the room after Ben, a girl crashes into me, spilling her drink on my shirt, and stumbles back toward the crowd. [[ Try and catch the girl from falling back ]] [[ My shirt! This drunken little… (F.P)]]

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Deciding to wait to tell Ben later, Liv and I head back down to the party to enjoy a bit more of the party before leaving. “Didn’t think you’d be one to keep three-piece suites in the trunk of your car,” Liv says as we reach the bottom of the stairs. “Keep spare clothes in case of unforeseen events, why not make them stylish?” I point out as I flap my outer coat and offer an arm to Liv, “Shall we, my lady?” “Indeed, we shall, my lady,” Liv says, attempting a British accent and I let out a laugh. I let my British heritage show through and give a proper English accent, “Malady needn’t never terry on the stairs before tossing into the fray ahead?” “I say yes to whatever that means, as long you’re involved cutie,” Liv says pulls you to the dance floor. [[ Continue-> Next 9]]

The night blurs as Liv and I talk, laugh, talk some more, and laugh even harder. I learn that Liv is a lone wolf, her pack abandoning her after she chose to help her human friend adjust to their nocturnal life after they’d been turned by a vampire. Turns out Liv had a soft spot for vampires, like the one that turned her friend was a doctor that couldn’t save them from a life of constant tumor-forming and a steady stream of surgeries and poor health. Her friend hadn’t wanted to live like that, so she accepted the doctor’s offer of becoming undead; now their following their sire’s footsteps and going through medical school on the vampire’s dime. Liv also believed that the old blood feud between vampires and werewolves should be a thing of the past. She hated what the feud had done to her friendship: which she revealed all her first love, she just didn’t know how she felt about them until after they’d moved away. I didn’t want to pry further, so I let her trail off after that though, now we were discussing the effects of the modern world on the mythical underworld. [[ Continue -> Next 10]] {<script> var Fade = document.createElement('audio'); Fade.src="HF_Assets/Fade.wav"; Fade.loop = true; Fade.play(); </script>}

Liv also believed that the old blood feud between vampires and werewolves should be a thing of the past. She hated what the feud had done to her friendship: which she revealed all her first love, she just didn’t know how she felt about them until after they’d moved away. I didn’t want to pry further, so I let her trail off after that though, now we were discussing the effects of the modern world on the mythical underworld. We’d left the party; Ben drove off with Jack, so we wandered into Brynwood park to escape the bustle of the party. We’d laid down in a grove of trees off the main path, the stars were bright above us. “All mythic beings should be coming together in this modern age of constant surveillance and common struggle of keeping our secrets,” Liv says, lying beside me. “I agree, there’s no reason for hate to drive a wedge between us anymore, there’s too much at stake,” I say and sit up. “Did you hear about that D list celebrity trying to up their fame by interviewing them being Fae?” Liv snorted and sat up too. “Yeah, if something like that had happened when the council was around, can only imagine what kind of field day they’d have with that one,” I respond, Liv’s eyes were dark in the lack of light, but my vision picks up even the smallest glow in her eyes as she leans toward me. [[ Kiss her ]] I want to try with Liv, I could even fall for her. [[ Stop her ]] I'm not one physical relationships, I could hurt her. [[Feed on and kill Liv.]] I am a monster after all...

I lift a hand to Liv’s cheek and run a hand through her hair, then with a gentle pull, I lean into her lips. Liv grips my shirt and pulls me closer, I laugh and she growls and pulls at my shirt harder. I lose myself in her embrace, my hands fumbling at her waist as I lean too far forward and we both fall back to the ground. In a fit of laughs and awkward apologies we sit back up. “So, would you like to come back to my place?” I ask, my cheeks warm as I pick leaves out of Liv’s hair. “Absolutely,” Liv answers. <Center>[[The End ->Start]] <script> Fade.src=""; </script>

I lift my hand to her lip and sigh, “I’m sorry if I gave the wrong impression tonight, but I’m not looking for that kind of relationship,” Liv sits back and cocks her head. She bites her lip and nods her head. “Well, could head back to your place for a slumber party?” She offers then laughs, “Just kidding, how about a coffee in the morning and we can start a wonderful friendship instead?” I smile and we help each other stand up and brush off leaves and burrs. We give each other a light hug and she playfully shoves me away. “Race you back to the party?” She says just before taking off at a full sprint, I leap after her and catch up quickly. A good friend can be a turning point in any life, as a werewolf we’ll at least have an equal life span. <Center>[[ The End ->Start]] <script> Fade.src=""; </script>

I lift my hands to her face and hold her there, her gaze soft and glowing. Liv’s breath quickens and my smile is ear to ear, her pulse beats a song of thunder in my veins, I’ve lost track of time as I stare into her eyes. The blood rushing through my veins beat in time with her heart and my fangs drop down, she flinches but doesn’t pull away. She should have pulled away… Of their own free will, it seems my hands turn her head to the side quickly and I’m arched over her, my fangs sink the flesh of her neck. Her hands flash up and try to pull me off, her holler of surprise and hurt beardly register as I use the strength, I know to be greater than hers ever could, as I’ve recently fed and over two-hundred years old. Her body slumps as her lifeblood flow into me, I take my time and drain her slowly, each swallow burns her taste of rose water and lilies into my memory. I’ll never forget Liv, but my hunger always comes first, it’s what makes me what I am, and what I am is a monster. Liv should never had trusted me. <Center>[[ The End ->Start]] <script> Fade.src=""; </script>

I thought she’d run out the door in fear, but Alice simply scoffed at me for bothering with such a cranky old woman and asked if she could get a ride out of town. From there, we had a happy life for around seven years, then suddenly, she started to beg me to turn her. After another year of arguing about it, I finally caved: I couldn’t stand the idea of being without her anyway. When someone has strong feelings toward a vampire that turns them, the sire bond is deeper and more equal. Which was nice for a while; we were madly in love and traveling the world as she’d always wanted. What neither of considered; was how immortality can change anyone's view of the world. Even someone full of light can fall into the darkest of places when given power. Alice changed into a different person, started to see human life as inferior, and became the kind of vampire I swore to never become again. Larissa, my sire, took Alice under her wing around the 1980s, left both of them behind shortly thereafter. Last I heard of Alice, she was still galivanting around the world and experiencing all her afterlife has to offer. [[Okay, back to the main story->Check Growlure Matches.]]

My name is Regan Alexious. I adjust my red tie, my long-sleeve button-up, and a pair of worn jeans the same shade of black. I pat down my dark hair, then mess it up a bit, and shrug. I then pace around my bedroom for a few minutes, passing the walls covered in photos of my life over the hundreds of years I’ve had the pleasure, and at times displeasure, of being on this earth. The city lights from outside glare through the double-paned window: black-out curtains pushed aside for the ceiling-high cat tree's viewing. [[Stop and consider the photos]] [[Look for my cat, as I've a sudden urge to pet Loki]] [[ Continue Already!->Next 3]]

"Well, you know, you could always wake up tomorrow to the news your bestie is dead in a ditch cus he showed up frat party by Brynwood with no back-up.” He sighs and stands from the couch; he slowly walks to the door with his head down. I sigh and stop him. [["Cold blow buddy, but fine I'll come with." ->"Sure, sounds fun."]]

The drunk girl sways and smiles up to Liv, "He-eey, cus, how's going?" Liv keeps Miranda stable and turns her head to me with a not-so-impressed gaze. “And you are?” Liv asks as she heads towards the staircase across the hall. Liv sits the drunk on the bottom step. "I don't look familiar to you?" I follow and ask; Liv considers me as I smirk down at her. "You're, Regan, from the app," She says curtly. "Yes, from the app," I respond. "We should get Miranda to a bathroom, seems she's had a bit too much to drink," Liv declares. [[ Help them up the stairs ]] [[ Make an excuse and leave ]]

"Of course, never pass up a damsel in distress," I say as Liv helps Miranda to her feet. I cautiously place an arm around Miranda’s shoulder to help half guide and half carry her up the stairs with Liv. [[Continue -> Next 4.5]]

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A few minutes later Live and I back into a door label with a cartoon toilet drawn hastily on a piece of paper. The whole way up the stairs Miranda kept laughing and mentioned a tasty drink a guy gave her. Once in the bathroom she stumbles to the tub, climbs in wavers. “It was so gooood, made me feel all warm and fuzzy,” She mutters on at me, “your hands are cold…but your nice, so I forgive you for spill-spilling my drink,” Liv closes the door. I could hear the blood in Miranda's veins, my mouth waters as Miranda sinks down into the tub and props her feet on the lip of the tub. I know there'd be consequences to drinking the blood of a person extensively intoxicated. If I were to partake in this one's blood: I'd surely wake up with one nasty headache in the morning. Not to mention the moral implication of drinking from one so thoroughly defenseless. [[“How Many Drinks have you had?” I ask her.]] [[ Stare at her pulsing neck vein. (F.P)]]

“Only two,” Miranda says, presents two fingers and giggles. “Must be a lightweight,” I laugh. “Nope, I drink all the time, guy just made me a strong drink-hic,” She trails off, her head tilts a bit: the only indication given before she slumps over, I catch her just before her head hits the tub beside her. She's unconscious and snores softly. Liv sighs and kneels by Miranda. "Girl, what the hell did he give you," She asks the un-answering unconscious girl. [[ She’s a party girl with a low tolerance. (F.P)]] [[ "Nothing good, should try and wake her back up," ]]

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"She's been roofied, but by who?" Liv asks and gently shakes Miranda awake. “Noo, five mo’ m-minutes mommy,” Miranda sobs out. “Hey, who gave you that tasty drink?” Link soothingly. “Tommy, Tommy with the Tommy gun,” Miranda slinks further into the tub, and a soft snore echoes against the ceramic basin. Liv stands and braces her hands on the sink's sides; a flash of gold in her eyes catches in the mirror. [[ Continue ->Next 5.5]]

“We used to be friends before I got turned, but she couldn’t stand all the lies and odd disappearances," She stops and takes a breath, "I don't really know you well enough to spout about my problems though," Along with her golden eyes, the claw marks she left on the sink, and being previously human: it draws me to the conclusion that she's a werewolf. I step up beside her. Her sent of cotton, rose water, and a hit of her copper drifts in the air. My dry mouth aches, breath tightens in my chest. [[ Push away the thirst and Comfort Liv.(F.P)]] [[ Lean towards Liv and the hunger]]

I halt my breath and lay a hand on Liv’s back, “We’ll get him back for this, as far as you want to go,” Liv's back is hard, a slight tremble under my fingers. “We will, and make no mistake, I mean to go as far as it takes,” Liv says with a slight growl, she turns and her mouth is jutted with a mouth of large fangs, eyes completely golden. "Nice fangs, got my own too," I say with with a grin, my fangs drop down. "Not bad, never teamed up with a vamp before though," [[ Go back because this isn't done yet ->Next 5.5]]

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My eyes flick open at the sound of the bathroom door being torn open. It's Liv, jaw tight, hands grip the door as she slams it shut. I stand shakily; everything has a glowing fuzz, my eyes sag with heaviness. "What's shaking sexy?" I ask her, I catch my reflection in the bathroom mirror: Bright red veins throb around my pitch-black eyes, streaks of blood run from my fangs. "You blood-sucking piece of shit," She says and pushes me aside to check on the girl in the tub. [[ Defend you're actions ]] [[ Admit you're wrongs (F.P)]]

My eyes flick open at the sound of the bathroom door being torn open. It's Liv, jaw tight, hands grip the door as she slams it shut. I stand shakily; everything has a glowing fuzz, my eyes sag with heaviness. "What's shaking sexy?" I ask her, I catch my reflection in the bathroom mirror: Bright red veins throb around my pitch-black eyes, streaks of blood run from my fangs. "You blood-sucking piece of shit," She says and pushes me aside to check on the girl in the tub."Miranda?" Liv gasps as she checks for the girl's pulse. [[ Kill her too ]] [[ Try not to kill her? (F.P)]]

It's not like anyone would ever want to try and date a killer anyway. In a sudden surge of fury, Liv stands face-to-face with me, eyes glowing gold, teeth jut out with a mouth full of fangs snapping for my throat. I slip out of Liv's reach; even a werewolf can't match my speed, especially after a fresh kill. Liv turns; the very world seems sluggish and slow while the drunk girl's blood flows through my veins. Liv's face distorts as her bones shift to accommodate her wolven change. I step towards Liv; my hands caress her face one second, her lifeless body a heap at my feet the next. [[ Leave. ]] [[ Feed on Liv before the blood grows cold ]]

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"Look, she's not dead, and I just needed a bit to drink, there's no harm done," I say and place a hand on Liv's back. In a sudden surge of fury, Liv stands face-to-face with me, eyes glowing gold, teeth jut out with a mouth full of fangs. I slip out of Liv's reach; even a werewolf can't match my speed, especially after a fresh feed. "You're lucky she's not dead blood-sucker," Liv spits at me. [[ Rude, kill her (F.P)]] [[ Hey, I'm not the one that roffied the girl. (F.P) ]]

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Not one to waste a good meal, I kneel and raise Liv's limp body to my fangs. Her blood washes over my tongue: she tastes of rose water and lilies. My mind fades as her blood rushes my veins in a dance of fire. [[Continue -> Liv's dead ]]

While I try to step away from the carnage I created, my hands reach for Liv's limp body. My fangs at her throat and I'm feeding off her corpse. Remember those consequences of drinking off an intoxicated person? Not being in control is one of them. Liv's blood washes over my tongue: she tastes of rose water and lilies. My mind fades as her blood rushes my veins in a dance of fire. [[Continue -> Liv's dead ]]

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The rest of the night flashes in and out of focus; flashes of sensations are all I'm aware of. Bodies pressed against mine in a fevered dance. My mouth is heavy with blood, crazed laughter in a room of broken bodies and blood, blood pooling around me. There's light against my eyes, too much light. My skin tingles with a familiar sensation: sunlight. Usually, it wouldn't bother me, as I have a tattoo enchanted to keep sunlight from truly harming me. My fingers brush against my forearm, I find burnt flesh where my tattoo used to be. Trees and a small streak of sunlight creeping across grass greats my vision as I wake. A set of boots come into focus. I roll to my back and find Jack standing over me. "Never thought the day would come that I'd embrace my family name again," He says; my head hammers with the aching of a thousand bees. [[ "Hey Jack, what's up?" I ask ]] [[ Ignore Jack ]]

I stand and face Jack; he's's holding a stake. A silver-tipped with runes carved into the wood, to be exact. "What's up?" Jack scoffs, "Do you even remember how many people you killed last night?" [[ "Honestly, no I don't," ]] [[ "Let's skip the guilt trip and fight,"]]

I stand and consider my surroundings. We're in a clearing, the sun's about to rise, and Jack's holding a stake. Wait, that's not any stake: it's silver-tipped with runes carved into the wood. Jack swings at me: I bearly deflect his arm in time. My body is slow, movements jagged. Sunlight burns my legs, I scream as I fall to my knees and crawl away from the light. "My name is Jackson Venatores, and I'm no longer hiding from my birthright," the hunter spits out at me. "You're kind is supposed to be dead," I pant out. "Will those be your final words?" Jack asks, stake positioned over my heart. [[ One last request ]] [[ Take Jack out with me ]]

"You're not what I expected Regan; I'll give you that," he says, gesturing with the stake. "You know, I never wanted any of this, never had a say in becoming a monster. One night, I'm walking a pretty girl home from a bar; the next night," I look over to the sunlight creeping towards us on the grass, " the next night, I'm covered in the girl's blood. Larissa never cared about what I wanted. I look over at Jack, his eyes red with grief and anger, "No one cares about anything anyone wants: It's why monsters like me exist, hunters like you hunt, and humans take advantage of weaker humans," There's no way out of this one; even if I manage to overpower Jack, the sunlight will burn my body to ash before I make it out of the woods. [[ Step into the sunlight; save Jack the pain of becoming a killer. ]] [[ Try and fight anyway. ]] [[ Take Jack out with me. ]]

Jack swings at me: I bearly deflect his arm in time. My body is slow, movements jagged. Sunlight burns my legs, I scream as I fall to my knees and crawl away from the light. "My name is Jackson Venatores, and I'm no longer hiding from my birthright," the hunter spits out at me. "You're kind is supposed to be dead," I pant out. "Will those be your final words?" Jack asks, stake positioned over my heart. [[ One last request ]] [[ Take Jack out with me ]]

I smile at Jack, "I'd say I'm sorry, but that requires remembering how to care," His head tilts, "Try to remember Jack, not all of us are monsters, and some monsters are human," I take one last breath and turn to the sunlight rising through the trees. My skin bubbles, my legs stagger, my hair catches flame. I fall into darkness one last time; the smell of rose water and lilies grace my final breath. [[ The End ->Intro]] <script> Fade.src=""; </script>

Jack gives a single curt nod and drives the stake between my ribs: the silver-tipped wood pierces my heart. I fall into darkness one last time; the smell of rose water and lilies grace my final breath. [[ The End ->Intro]] <script> Fade.src=""; </script>

Jack's eyes are full of hate and disgust. I lay flat and close my eyes, his breath hitches before his stake slides past my ribs. With one last surge of defiance: I wrap my arms around the hunter and roll us both into the sunlight. The world catches fire; searing pain and heat shatter my grasp on Jack, his silver-tipped stake pierces my heart. Fierce screams of pain follow me into the darkness. [[The End ->Intro]][[ The End ->Intro]] <script> Fade.src=""; </script>

Jack's eyes are full of hate and disgust. I smile at Jack and step towards him, hands out at my sides as if I'm offering him an embrace. Jack swings the stake toward my heart; I step into the attack and wrap my arms around the hunter. With one last surge of defiance, I pull Jack into the sunlight with me. The world catches fire; searing pain and heat shatter my grasp on Jack as we fall. Jack's silver-tipped stake pierces my heart. Fierce screams of pain follow me into the darkness. [[ The End ->Intro]] <script> Fade.src=""; </script>

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