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For most humans the undead and creatures of the night were simply horror stories, although the number of those who knew the truth were growing. Growing and giving into fear, choosing to side with the hunters. It was an understandable thing to fear, although the vast majority of actual vampires were not as much of a threat as they were painted to be, simply wishing to live in peace. Of course some were willing to kill to live, to feed, not unlike humans killing animals for meat. But the idea that a being needed to take from a human still did not sit well with many people.
David for one had been one of them. For a time anyway. His closeness yet fear of death weighed heavily on him until he had met Michael. He remembered that night well. He'd gotten into, and lost, a brawl with a couple of half witted kids who did not seem to believe him when he tried to tell them that China and Japan were not the only countries in East Asia. He himself had been born in South Korea, although had left and not returned since he was only a couple years old. But there seemed to be a lot of idiocy to go around.
Despite the fact that he had lost the fight, Michael, who seemed to be a mysterious yet engaging figure to him, had seen the entire thing and was fairly impressed with David's tenacity to fight back despite being ill and outnumbered. Of course the first time Michael offered him eternal life he'd laughed and jokingly said "Well you better hurry before I kill over." He knew full that his family's lack of funds for treatment meant his days were numbered.
It had taken quite a while for him to be persuaded by Michael. It had taken him a while to believe there was even a war going on. A "private war" Michael had told him, although the words did not seem to go together all that well, it simply meant that the majority of the world's population was unaware it was going on. Then out of simple desperation he had given in. He certainly didn't want to die and as he had become bedridden nearly any option was preferable to death.
It was all in the past now and the focus had been shifted entirely on the so called war, because with the rules in place for vampires the human side was winning, and winning fast. Were the vampires desperate? Perhaps. Although a new approach must be taken. Throughout the past the number of humans willing to help had been few, but they had to try.
Michael told David to stay on guard that night, but seeing as the walk from his home to the twenty-four hour drugstore was only minutes he thought to simply make a quick trip.
It was for his mother of course, although he thought she was aging gracefully her body did not seem to agree. It wasn't even entirely dark yet, the daytime crowds were still headed home for a peaceful evening. Peaceful for them perhaps.
While walking through the door his phone chimed to alert him he had a new text. From Michael. His focus shifted to the screen of his phone as he unknowingly walked into another body who seemed just as preoccupied as he was. His phone slipped from his hand and landed several feet away.
The man in a thick leather jacket offered a simple "Sorry I didn't see you."
David shook his head. "Nah, it's my fault I wasn't looking."
They both looked to the side where David's phone had landed, since the man was closer he was the one to bend down and pick it up. Eyes caught a quick glance at the text conversation on the screen and the man handed it back to him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to look."
"It's fine." David replied as he pocketed the phone for a moment. Except it wasn't fine. The text he was answering was one warning him of the possibility of a new hunter in the area. Although the term hunter seemed to suggest some kind of supernatural detective who carried stakes and silver bullet guns around underneath a trench coat, they were something much more similar to a high tech spy from a sci-fi movie, yet the term hunter had stuck.
The man gave him one last look with his eyes slightly narrowed before offering one last apology and heading out.
David tried shoving the encounter to the back of his mind as he went on his way, picking up a prescription and then going out himself. He pulled the phone back out again to finish his response as he began his way through a nearly empty parking lot. While he was lost in a battle with autocorrect he stopped in his tracks with the assumption that no one was around to be bothered by him or to bother him. But he'd been wrong. His head turned when he felt a hand on his shoulder and saw the man he'd bumped into. Long before the scenario could register in his head David was shoved into the side of a large white pickup, the man pulled out a cross dangling around his neck that had been hidden beneath his shirt. A head splitting pain surged through his forehead when the man pressed the cross to David's forehead.
The man had clearly suspected him to be a vampire, though tested the theory to play it safe and make sure he wasn't killing a human.
David gave a surprised yelp though not quite loud enough to make it across the street. His dominant hand grabbed a hold of the man, or rather hunter's, wrist to yank away the hand pressing the cross against his skin. David's other hand instinctively rubbed the burn mark the cross had made on his forehead. He let the hunter go as he forgot he was nearly defenseless at the moment. The moment he thought to turn and run the hunter had managed to take a hold him by tightly gripping his throat.
"You don't want to do this, just turn around and go." David said through clenched teeth expecting a hypnotic effect to take the wheel.
"Your mind tricks wont work on me." The hunter said with an air of confidence. The cross was still in his hand pressing against David's neck. That pain was the least of his worries.
He kicked back but with the cross weakening him the most he could do was flail about. He kept one hand on the hunter's and reached forward with his other and clawed at his attacker's face, though his eyes were on the specially made knife in the hunter's other hand.
Damn. He was screwed at this point, and it was terrifying.
David for one had been one of them. For a time anyway. His closeness yet fear of death weighed heavily on him until he had met Michael. He remembered that night well. He'd gotten into, and lost, a brawl with a couple of half witted kids who did not seem to believe him when he tried to tell them that China and Japan were not the only countries in East Asia. He himself had been born in South Korea, although had left and not returned since he was only a couple years old. But there seemed to be a lot of idiocy to go around.
Despite the fact that he had lost the fight, Michael, who seemed to be a mysterious yet engaging figure to him, had seen the entire thing and was fairly impressed with David's tenacity to fight back despite being ill and outnumbered. Of course the first time Michael offered him eternal life he'd laughed and jokingly said "Well you better hurry before I kill over." He knew full that his family's lack of funds for treatment meant his days were numbered.
It had taken quite a while for him to be persuaded by Michael. It had taken him a while to believe there was even a war going on. A "private war" Michael had told him, although the words did not seem to go together all that well, it simply meant that the majority of the world's population was unaware it was going on. Then out of simple desperation he had given in. He certainly didn't want to die and as he had become bedridden nearly any option was preferable to death.
It was all in the past now and the focus had been shifted entirely on the so called war, because with the rules in place for vampires the human side was winning, and winning fast. Were the vampires desperate? Perhaps. Although a new approach must be taken. Throughout the past the number of humans willing to help had been few, but they had to try.
Michael told David to stay on guard that night, but seeing as the walk from his home to the twenty-four hour drugstore was only minutes he thought to simply make a quick trip.
It was for his mother of course, although he thought she was aging gracefully her body did not seem to agree. It wasn't even entirely dark yet, the daytime crowds were still headed home for a peaceful evening. Peaceful for them perhaps.
While walking through the door his phone chimed to alert him he had a new text. From Michael. His focus shifted to the screen of his phone as he unknowingly walked into another body who seemed just as preoccupied as he was. His phone slipped from his hand and landed several feet away.
The man in a thick leather jacket offered a simple "Sorry I didn't see you."
David shook his head. "Nah, it's my fault I wasn't looking."
They both looked to the side where David's phone had landed, since the man was closer he was the one to bend down and pick it up. Eyes caught a quick glance at the text conversation on the screen and the man handed it back to him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to look."
"It's fine." David replied as he pocketed the phone for a moment. Except it wasn't fine. The text he was answering was one warning him of the possibility of a new hunter in the area. Although the term hunter seemed to suggest some kind of supernatural detective who carried stakes and silver bullet guns around underneath a trench coat, they were something much more similar to a high tech spy from a sci-fi movie, yet the term hunter had stuck.
The man gave him one last look with his eyes slightly narrowed before offering one last apology and heading out.
David tried shoving the encounter to the back of his mind as he went on his way, picking up a prescription and then going out himself. He pulled the phone back out again to finish his response as he began his way through a nearly empty parking lot. While he was lost in a battle with autocorrect he stopped in his tracks with the assumption that no one was around to be bothered by him or to bother him. But he'd been wrong. His head turned when he felt a hand on his shoulder and saw the man he'd bumped into. Long before the scenario could register in his head David was shoved into the side of a large white pickup, the man pulled out a cross dangling around his neck that had been hidden beneath his shirt. A head splitting pain surged through his forehead when the man pressed the cross to David's forehead.
The man had clearly suspected him to be a vampire, though tested the theory to play it safe and make sure he wasn't killing a human.
David gave a surprised yelp though not quite loud enough to make it across the street. His dominant hand grabbed a hold of the man, or rather hunter's, wrist to yank away the hand pressing the cross against his skin. David's other hand instinctively rubbed the burn mark the cross had made on his forehead. He let the hunter go as he forgot he was nearly defenseless at the moment. The moment he thought to turn and run the hunter had managed to take a hold him by tightly gripping his throat.
"You don't want to do this, just turn around and go." David said through clenched teeth expecting a hypnotic effect to take the wheel.
"Your mind tricks wont work on me." The hunter said with an air of confidence. The cross was still in his hand pressing against David's neck. That pain was the least of his worries.
He kicked back but with the cross weakening him the most he could do was flail about. He kept one hand on the hunter's and reached forward with his other and clawed at his attacker's face, though his eyes were on the specially made knife in the hunter's other hand.
Damn. He was screwed at this point, and it was terrifying.