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- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
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- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
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- Male
- Primarily Prefer Female
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- Action-adventure, adult characters, alternate universe, anime, crime drama, cyberpunk, darker themes, drama, dystopia, eastern, edo, epic quest, fairy tale, fantasy, feudal, futuristic, grimdark, heian, high fantasy, low fantasy, magic, modern, modern fantasy, modern scifi, paranormal, psychological, romance, scifi, supernatural, urban fantasy.
Stars shone bright in the black sky, dotted sparsely around the bright white moon throwing beams of silver light down onto the darkened city. Cool winds wafted through the city, the errant gusts heavy with the crisp scent of rain. Street lamps stood tall in the darkness, casting eerie shadows and dingy fluorescent light on the pavement. Neon signs glowed on billboards and above businesses, advertising the latest and greatest in fashion and technology and medicines. The colors caught the windows of the glass high rises, lighting them up like Christmas trees. The streets were mostly empty, as was common at almost nine o'clock. The city was fast asleep; well, at least the human part was. The work day ended as the sun dropped behind the cityscape. Many headed home to quiet lives with husbands or wives and children to have dinner and enjoy family time before turning in for the night. It was at this hour that the night life rose, as they were often called. The night life was the vampires.
It had been this way for two centuries: After dark, a whole other world came alive. Humans and vampires did their best to remain separate in this way, as dictated by the laws set all those years ago. There was a time when the two coexisted as they do now, though no laws existed especially for the purpose of protecting this coexistence. The human population was fewer then, and with events taking place around the world it dwindled. It decreased steadily as feedings rose; and every year the number of casualties increased. That was not to say that humans were the only ones suffering. Vampires suffered for this recklessness too. Humans hunted and slayed them; many were tried for crimes they didn't commit. It was at this low ebb that the leaders, human and vampire alike, came together to create the laws that would keep them both safe. That was all history now, but the laws had become embedded in the lives of many over the years and developed into habit. That is, for most.
There were many humans that didn't have family to return home to, those who lived a different life after work hours were over and went out to enjoy some fun. Of course, they did so only at their own risk. These were what the law considered high-risk humans, humans like Wes; however, he wasn't out partying on this night. Weston Blake was a young man who knew his way around the city. He knew the rules about curfew but often pushed this boundary in pursuit of work as well as fun. Weston was a photographer and had been out late in attempt to get photos for the upcoming paper. He walked aimlessly along, paying no mind to his surroundings. He had been this way many times and had long since seen enough of it. Gravel crunched under his black boots, his brown eyes narrowed in aggravation.
"Damn it all." Wes cursed under his breath, glaring at the time on his phone. He was certain he remembered being told that the drug deal was supposed to go down over an hour ago. "That bastard must've lied to get the scoop for himself. Go figure." The young man groused. There was another photographer who worked with the local paper who often competed with Wes for the best stories and the best spots on the paper, namely the front page. In the past couple of months, the majority of the best scoops went to him. Wes's photos ended up on the middle pages that people usually skipped over while reading or they didn't make it in at all. Wes had argued hard with him over getting this one; and it seemed that he had been tricked.
With a heavy sigh, Wes pushed a hand through his brown hair, brown eyes scanning the immediate area. It was well after curfew and the night life was waking up. The few faces that were already out and about were giving him strange looks, even pausing to watch him pass. While he could book it back to his apartment, it was probably a better option to find a place to hunker down. The thing was Wes wasn't sure where that might be. There wasn't a hotel nearby and all of the human-friendly locations were closed. Wes picked up the pace, alternating between fast-walking and jogging along the storefront, looking for a place that was open. There was a place with the lights on amongst all the dark windows and he stopped to try the door; it was open.
It had been this way for two centuries: After dark, a whole other world came alive. Humans and vampires did their best to remain separate in this way, as dictated by the laws set all those years ago. There was a time when the two coexisted as they do now, though no laws existed especially for the purpose of protecting this coexistence. The human population was fewer then, and with events taking place around the world it dwindled. It decreased steadily as feedings rose; and every year the number of casualties increased. That was not to say that humans were the only ones suffering. Vampires suffered for this recklessness too. Humans hunted and slayed them; many were tried for crimes they didn't commit. It was at this low ebb that the leaders, human and vampire alike, came together to create the laws that would keep them both safe. That was all history now, but the laws had become embedded in the lives of many over the years and developed into habit. That is, for most.
There were many humans that didn't have family to return home to, those who lived a different life after work hours were over and went out to enjoy some fun. Of course, they did so only at their own risk. These were what the law considered high-risk humans, humans like Wes; however, he wasn't out partying on this night. Weston Blake was a young man who knew his way around the city. He knew the rules about curfew but often pushed this boundary in pursuit of work as well as fun. Weston was a photographer and had been out late in attempt to get photos for the upcoming paper. He walked aimlessly along, paying no mind to his surroundings. He had been this way many times and had long since seen enough of it. Gravel crunched under his black boots, his brown eyes narrowed in aggravation.
"Damn it all." Wes cursed under his breath, glaring at the time on his phone. He was certain he remembered being told that the drug deal was supposed to go down over an hour ago. "That bastard must've lied to get the scoop for himself. Go figure." The young man groused. There was another photographer who worked with the local paper who often competed with Wes for the best stories and the best spots on the paper, namely the front page. In the past couple of months, the majority of the best scoops went to him. Wes's photos ended up on the middle pages that people usually skipped over while reading or they didn't make it in at all. Wes had argued hard with him over getting this one; and it seemed that he had been tricked.
With a heavy sigh, Wes pushed a hand through his brown hair, brown eyes scanning the immediate area. It was well after curfew and the night life was waking up. The few faces that were already out and about were giving him strange looks, even pausing to watch him pass. While he could book it back to his apartment, it was probably a better option to find a place to hunker down. The thing was Wes wasn't sure where that might be. There wasn't a hotel nearby and all of the human-friendly locations were closed. Wes picked up the pace, alternating between fast-walking and jogging along the storefront, looking for a place that was open. There was a place with the lights on amongst all the dark windows and he stopped to try the door; it was open.
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