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It was the early 1800's.
Vampires became more and more known by humans, though if they were to be caught, their memories would be erased. They all followed the old folktale, known simply as Vladimir. It wasn't a famous story, only told within the UK. As the story is told, it is said that Vladimir will court his victims and take them to bed. The women unknowingly did as they were told, and by the next morning, their skin was as pale as white. Their eyes held no color, no life.
They weren't dead though, Vladimir would take away something precious from them. Souls, in a sense. It would be as if the women were walking corpses. Many were seen for only a few hours, before seemingly completely disappearing off the earth. They were forgotten, replaced, and the cycle continuously happened. Some said that a few of those Women had ran off to survive, afraid that Vladimir would come back and finish them off. But no one really ever knew what happened to those poor souls. The story was famous within London, Parents telling it to their children only to make sure that it would make them more aware of their surroundings. It was uncertain if it were true, many stories linked to Vladimir came and went with the wind. More stories of Vampires came along, though hardly any of them were even remotely correct.
About a decade after Vladimir's tale, strange things began to happen. The creatures of the night had been wildly known throughout the UK, but many hardly allowed themselves to believe, never having seen one before their own very eyes.
But they were in fact, very much real.
They were out in the open, or hidden behind walls. They were rather peaceful, when they wanted to be. Everything was fine, and many of their kind had believed for it to be a perfect time. Though that wasn't true. A war raged between both the Shape shifters, and the Vampires.
Shape shifters were still new to the world, though many were around, becoming servants with the pitiful humans or simply making the humans their own slaves.
Something had caused the once almost peaceful two groups to clash together and cause a war. The humans had no idea what was going on, only that many were being killed or greatly injured. Particularly the Shape Shifters, most of them had been weak, almost to unknowing to fight the Vampires due to the two races getting along at one point.
Soon, the Shape Shifters were almost extinct, only few survived and lived on.
Now, in the 21st Century, it seemed for their decreasing race to almost never be seen again. About 0.05% remained within the world, The small group left stayed together, lived together, and thrived.
Shape Shifters had a house that was about a mile away, and very little they'd make their way into town to work and get food and everything else they needed. One certain Shape Shifter usually was the one to go out to get whatever they needed and to work. He usually had to put up a small facade up whenever he went to the Shrine up in the Country side. They believed for him to be a friend.
The Shape Shifter was kind, and calm to the little family. He never tried to provoke them or do anything else.
Then the young Master left, the kin who would have to bear the Shrine later on in his life. The young Master had wanted to go out and see the city, wanted to explore and learn more things about the world.
He certainly got what he wanted. The master had somehow caught the attention of someone whom was an Acquaintance to a much larger group of Vampires. Which soon enough, had taken the Master in and used him for blood and for show. No one cared about him, and he would die soon enough.
Days past, and no one seemed to be coming for him. Until, the Shape Shifter had needed to go to town had seen the young Master and a few of the Vampires waltzing around the city. The Shape Shifter was angry, following them until he found the right time to grab the boy and pull him away, without a clue of what they had done to him. Not like he really cared, only seeing fit to save the other.
The Shape Shifter had come to town for a few supplies, and for something a little more.. Dangerous. Though it was needed, and it would definitely help him. There was talk about it existing, but no one actually believed for it to be true. People would almost say it was a tale of the grieving past. But the Shape Shifter had somehow gotten his hands on it. No one knows how, or when, only but he whom holds secrets could tell if he as so pleased. At first, his desire to get the device was small- Almost not there. But upon seeing the Young master with the Group, it widened.
Taking the Young master back, he made sure the other was okay.
The master had seen the small device, unsure of what it was and wanted to know. He grabbed at it, and held it in his hands. Without realizing, a small, simple little black button was pushed. Black surrounded the two, and it was so quiet that if a Pin were to be dropped, they would've been able to hear it. The master blacked out, as did the Shape Shifter, both of them unknowing to which they were headed.
Traveling back in time isn't always the safest of things. Many have lost their lives if given the chance to go back and change fate. Both the Shape Shifter and the young Master had gone to separate places, but the same times. Back to the 1800's, were Technology didn't exist and many more creatures lurked around at night.
Though, it was seemingly fated for The young master to meet.. Her. A vampire whom had been around for a very long time, who knows their way around. She simply decides to help him, wondering on exactly what had happened to the boy. He was lost, and though she didn't really care, she could tell that he was one of her kind. He couldn't be trusted, and had to be trained.
No one was expecting for an anomaly like this to happen.
P l a y e r s
The older vampire | @C l o w n |Millie Von Black.
The Young Master | @Sen | Kazuo Hashira.
The Shape Shifter | @Sen | Gohatto
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