Warring Clans in the End Days
I was a vampire. Lean and strong and just old enough to be confident in my growing strength and power. My skin was a very pale blue, a smooth white with a slight blue tint. My hair was black and fell no lower than my broad shoulders. I was dressed light, in greys and browns and black.
It was night and I was in a world that seemed to have fallen into dirty chaos and disrepair. There were rusted ruins of structures and heaps of aging, dust-covered buildings. I was underground and meeting with other vampires. We were part of a clan and had a blue symbols to represent us. There were at least two other clans of vampires and we were planning strategies for conflicts with them. There were four or five others with me and we stood around a low table or slab of stone with maps and papers spread out over it in the dark. The chamber was stone or concrete and nearly empty of any decoration and the papers were weather-stained and brown.
We were at war with a clan that was represented by a gold emblem and the third clan had a red one. I knew that the red clan, which was once neutral, had joined the gold and both were allied against us.
I told this to the others and they knew we needed help. In addition to the clans, there was a rogue group of half-vampires and were led by an old, outcast vampire named Magus. I went with another of my clan to look for them and ask for an alliance, although I knew what we would find.
We came to a desolate place on the edge of a cliff of cement and earth. There was a large red-rusted tangle of walls and sheets of metal and broken buildings that formed an enormous pile of rubble and had many random passages and openings within and between the pieces.
The second vampire and I came to an opening as we walked along the edge of the cliff and saw the bodies of the half-vampires laying scattered around within. They were powerfully built and stubbornly determined in life. I knew them and when my partner wondered at their deaths, I told him that I had killed them. Another from my clan and I had wiped them out shortly before since they were becoming a threat. Their leader, however, had escaped his execution and we now called out to him.
A misshapen, bald, dirty, white-skinned, thick-limbed vampire emerged from the darkness among the bodies of his comrades. Magus came up to us and talked to us. He knew the situation. He knew the red had joined the gold and knew why we came but was understandably bitter toward, as always.
Then I woke up.
It was night and I was in a world that seemed to have fallen into dirty chaos and disrepair. There were rusted ruins of structures and heaps of aging, dust-covered buildings. I was underground and meeting with other vampires. We were part of a clan and had a blue symbols to represent us. There were at least two other clans of vampires and we were planning strategies for conflicts with them. There were four or five others with me and we stood around a low table or slab of stone with maps and papers spread out over it in the dark. The chamber was stone or concrete and nearly empty of any decoration and the papers were weather-stained and brown.
We were at war with a clan that was represented by a gold emblem and the third clan had a red one. I knew that the red clan, which was once neutral, had joined the gold and both were allied against us.
I told this to the others and they knew we needed help. In addition to the clans, there was a rogue group of half-vampires and were led by an old, outcast vampire named Magus. I went with another of my clan to look for them and ask for an alliance, although I knew what we would find.
We came to a desolate place on the edge of a cliff of cement and earth. There was a large red-rusted tangle of walls and sheets of metal and broken buildings that formed an enormous pile of rubble and had many random passages and openings within and between the pieces.
The second vampire and I came to an opening as we walked along the edge of the cliff and saw the bodies of the half-vampires laying scattered around within. They were powerfully built and stubbornly determined in life. I knew them and when my partner wondered at their deaths, I told him that I had killed them. Another from my clan and I had wiped them out shortly before since they were becoming a threat. Their leader, however, had escaped his execution and we now called out to him.
A misshapen, bald, dirty, white-skinned, thick-limbed vampire emerged from the darkness among the bodies of his comrades. Magus came up to us and talked to us. He knew the situation. He knew the red had joined the gold and knew why we came but was understandably bitter toward, as always.
Then I woke up.