Vampires
Azreal was turned in the mid 1980s during the vampire craze. That night had been like any other weekend at the time. He was out with his goth friends Zoinkz and Diablo at Axers. It was packed, people were pushing on people. He saw a pack of three skin heads walking through the group. Not wholly unusual, but it always meant trouble.
He walked up to confront them with his friends. The skin heads on either side quickly turned and made quick snacks of his friends. It was so quick there was no time for screaming or struggle. He stood horrified, paralyzed as Viktor turned around to face him.
Viktor crushed the glass he was holding in his hand.
“You want to be a vampire, do you?” Viktor grabbed Azreal’s face and dropped a small amount of blood on to his tongue.
He remembered very little of that night afterwards, but the next morning would haunt him for an eternity.
Viktor glanced over at Azreal as he woke, “It was your own Valor that betrayed you last night. It is so rare and precious a thing these days, I had to preserve it.”
“Wake up!” Viktor tossed a sunlight generator into the living room then switched it on.
Three teenage vampires screamed in pain.
“Next time pay the electric.” Viktor stood just out of it’s range.
Two others emerged from separate bedrooms, last nights meal still laying fresh in their beds.
“If I was a hunter you would be all five dead.” Viktor scoffed. “I have already rendered you defenseless and blocked the only exit. You are completely at my mercy.”
Azreal wiped the blood off his cheek, “There’s no such things as hunters.” Azreal wanted to go back to bed, his employer was often over paranoid.
“Joesphe was killed by an elementary school child. He touched her skin.”
Azreal narrowed his eyes.
“I need you to trail the family. Find out what you can about them.” Viktor pulled a remote from his pocket and deactivated the generator. “Try not to screw this up.” he turned around and opened the door to walk out. “Of course if you do screw this up, you wont be coming back to report.”
Azreal glanced at his counterparts and headed out. He grabbed a local paper and skimmed it for the story. There he saw it, some local family, a lawyer named Andrew Valone.
Azreal found the Valone Family filling up a moving truck. It was understandable after all, considering what had happened to their only child.
He followed them outside town, all the way to a small town called Hamches. He stood from a distance and surveyed the town.
People move to these towns to be safe. The smaller the community, the more you know your neighbor. These humans congregated and looked out for each other. ‘A Rare Quality These Days’ as Viktor would say.
This was as far as his reconnaissance would last, to go into town would be a bad idea. They were suspicious of outsiders, especially ones who had no business being there. At any rate, the Valone Family was not a problem anymore.