We are going to be playing this in Bridgeport, as Bridgeport is well known for legacy lots and smooth gameplay. [/sarcasm]
This is me - Evangelina Lamia. I always knew something was wrong with me, but I would have never guessed this. I was always a bit of a loner, prefering to sit on my own than with others. They called me a bookworm, what is wrong with paper? A lot less than what is wrong with people. Even though I am shy and quiet, I am perceptive and understand people more than they understand themselves. I am over-emotional for others as well as myself. But none of that matters anymore - I'm a vampire and I'm on a quest to find others like me.
After purchasing a large lot of land up in the hills of Bridgeport, I was left with only §1,300 - not even enough to buy a coffin! So I had to make do with a bed. I also built a little shack to protect myself from the harsh sunlight. I cannot obtain any plasma fruit so a fridge is useless. With the few scraps of money left I bought a horribly cheap toilet.
As the sun began to hide it's ugly face, I got out of my uncomfortable bed, looking forward to the night ahead.
I began the long walk into town, hoping to get myself a job and a full stomach before the sun regained control of the skies.
I smiled as left the town hall, with a job in the investigator career. Thirst ran through my body and I knew I needed a meal.
I ran through the streets of Bridgeport, searching for a mortal to call dinner.
I found a bar full of walking bloodbags waiting to be pierced by my fangs. A young man was playing some kind of game, he had come with no one, so it was obvious no one would miss him.
I greeted him and he introduced himself as Barry Tenderlove. I smiled wondering what he would taste like, I had no idea what he was smiling for, how stupid are mortals?
I bit down hardly in his arm, savouring the blood that trickled down my throat. A loud and girlish scream erupted from his fangless mouth, alerting everyone else of my immortal lifestate.
I licked the blood from my fangs, before turning to face the crowd.
However, because Bridgeport was 'vampire-infested', people knew that if they want to keep their blood they should run.
I sat down on a barstool and sighed. At least I had some blood in my stomach. I soon noticed that the bartender hadn't left yet.
"Please don't drain me dry-" She began, not ever letting her eyes leave me.
"What good would that do? I need blood, you know!" I replied, a smirk emerging on my face.
"I know a young vampire man, he has a whole estate of human slaves. Spare me and I will give you his number." She replied, smiling calmly.
"Why should I trust you?" I asked, almost rolling my eyes.
"Why should I trust you?" She returned, rather smugly.
"Alright..." I sighed. And the woman handed me a piece of paper and I got up from the bar stool.
"Wait!" She snapped, "not only do vampires live in Bridgeport, sl-"
"Reuben Littler - Vampire Slayer." A young man interrupted and shook hands with the air.
"Evangelina Lamia - Vampire. You have four seconds to live." I replied gesturing with my hands.
"Really? Miss Lamia, really?" He snapped, pulling a stake from his pocket.
Being the clever vampire I am, I teleported out of the bar. Smiling as I outwitted Mr Littler-Brain.
That's the end of this chapter, hope you enjoyed! =)
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