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Chapter One: And So It Begins...
The young man let out a shaky breath, looking around
nervously. He was dressed completely in black, trying
to blend in with the dark night. He pulled his hat
down more, brushing the stray sandy-blond strands of
hair out of his face. He glanced over at him, the one
they had taken in...the rebel. His tall, slender
silhouette was outlined against the pale moon light as
he stood confidently, waiting for them to show up.
"Pete..." the young man whispered, barely audible. Pete
glanced over at him and frowned, clearly agitated.
"What?" he growled, "What do you want, Patrick?"
Patrick looked down and shook his head, muttering,
"Nothing."
Pete looked around impatiently. He was sure this plan
would work. They had to come. He watched as the
youngest man, Joe, sat under a tree on a blanket with
a girl, looking up at the stars. It seemed like a love
scene out of some stupid romance movie. He watched as
they laughed together, flirting and kissing every now
and then. He frowned again, jealousy and hatred
building up inside of him. It wasn't fair. He didn't
want this life. He never wanted to be turned. He would
have rather died than be cursed like this forever. But
he vowed to be different, to help those who were not
like him. He was a vigilante of sorts, more than a
hero. He wasn't doing this for fame and glory. He was
doing it for revenge.
For as long as he could remember, the battle had been
fought. Humans versus vampires, good against evil. It
had always been live cautiously or die. He had always
tried to live cautiously, always tried to fight back.
But one night changed it all. One night, he did not
fight back. One night he was tricked, put under a
spell, so to speak, by the leader of the Dandies,
William. He promised him immortality, convinced him of
a life with him and his followers. He seduced Pete
into letting him be turned...
Pete snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the girl
scream. He jumped out of the shadows and immediately
began attacking the vampires, drop kicking one in the
face, snapping another one's neck. Patrick, along with
the other man, Andy, tried their best to help Pete.
Andy attacked one vampire, knocking it to its knees
and kicking it onto its back. He swooped down, long
hair flowing, and staked it through the heart. Patrick
shot at one with the makeshift crossbow he had made
the night before. Joe tried to protect the young girl,
kicking and punching the vampires that swarmed around
them. Pete ran over to help Joe, plowing through the
vampires, killing as many as he could, watching as
some retreated. Pete glared at them and turned to
Patrick, mumbling something about going home and
turning towards the car, sliding in the backseat. He
looked out the window and watched the other men,
wishing he could be just like them again. He hated
this life.