Alex sighed, as he ducked under a pipe, he was about to meet with some crazy fucking assassins, like secret society shit, frome what he knew they were called the Bani, or The Children, and were apparently religious only killing those whom they deemed sinful, which could be twisted from the rumors he heard. Alex asked an associate that came along with him "Do you think that the Bani will get rid of Hecate?" she thought in silence, "Isn't, like most religions, desecrating a grave sinful. Let alone dozens." she spoke up, "Well I don't know about most middle eastern religions, but you probably are right." she looked to the back of his head. Alex was around Six Foot Three, his skin an olive tone, his hair a honey brown, his baggy hoodie a black to mix with his surrounds, baggy black sweatpants to make himself look wider, his face covered by a black face mask, it didn't look out of place since the pandemic just hit Boston, in his hoodie pocket a 10mm Auto with a silencer, and he brought two associates dressed the same as him with a little more armor since the focus would be on him.
Almost 10 minutes later they met with one man draped in black and dark gray. Anything the silk wasn't covering was covered by leather in both hands he held a scimitar, he spoke with a french accent, "So, you are the Candidate for the Childe?" his voice which must have already deep naturally was forced into an even deeper one, he looked at Alex up and down twice. Alex and his associates gripped their guns, "I thought we were meeting with a group, not a pawn." Alex almost, every time he took a breath of the disgusting air, pulled the gun and started shooting, his instincts told him to run, "So," Alex glared around the room, "You do have good instincts." As the man stepped forward, Alex shot, One, Two, Three all in one pull of the trigger, his associates a second later shot him. Then a smoky voice said "Enough, Enough, Enough, Thee Rule of Three is the Rule Princes, Kings, and Emperors!"
A figure moved out of the shadows, the figure was rather short for Alex Five Foot Eleven, his skin an olive tone, his eyes honey brown, and his hair a caramel, he wore a ash gray silk toga, sandals, and a laurel of golden leaves, The two associates behind Alex drowned on their own blood as Alex's voice trembled and he put up his pistol, "Who," the smoky voice spoke "Drop." Alex dropped the gun not out of fear but of some other power. The roman man glared at Alex and smiled "Let Me Embrace You." Alex's eyes once filled with fear faltered and showed serene calmness, the man gently grabbed Alex's face and spoke "Novem." Alex felt nothing but unbelievable pleasure as the Roman bit into his neck.
Alex woke up, hungry as usual, got up, went to the nearest cupboard, it was open, and took a glass out. Opened the nearby fridge door to see a dozen bags of blood. His hunger expanded tenfold, although his fear did too, his head darted around, where did these come from and who sent this warning, and he realized that this wasn't his apartment, maybe a bit small compared to his although bigger to most, it was untidy and a bit dusty. He closed the fridge door to focus, although the hunger wanted him to drink, on the back of the fridge door a letter was place, written in a latin handwriting, 'Nine Days to Conquer Three Swords, Hunt for the blood of mortals, Hide from the Law ,and Control the Beast. Oh and I, Aurelio, am your sire and you are a vampire. '
The Richer Get Richer - CH 2 - Survival
With this sudden awakening a few things made sense. He wanted to drink the blood and he could smell, I mean he already had a good nose, everything like the pungent smell of garlic across the hall. Now that he was looking around because of the smell he was not in his lavish house in the middle of the back bay next to the sea instead he was most likely downtown. The apartment wasn't as lavish as his condo, which costs almost 10,000 a month, but it still was good, maybe 9,000 a month.
He was hungry, like cannibalism level of hungry, after glancing around for 30 or so seconds the thought of food overwhelmed him and he turned around again grabbed the bagged blood put it to his lips and felt the strange sensation of his fangs slowly growing as the anticipation of the honey tasting liquid, well he hoped, and he squeezed the bag as the red liquid entered his mouth clashing with the saliva overwhelming his mouth. The taste was a little worse than honey. It was sweet with a hint of savory. The taste of iron was still there although heavily dulled by the 'heat' of the blood. The so called heat was more the heat of emotion like, it was hard to describe, joy? Written on the bag, which was torn from the squeezing of it, WID and 'This is Aurelios, send this to my Childe. He is from the Line of Augustus, all he needs is the blood of a woman who recently smelled the aroma of incense or meat.'
His hands were covered from the ripped bag so he licked his hands while looking around his apartment. The apartment had one big 'Living Room' which was much more of a Living Room combined with a Kitchen and Dining Room. The Bedroom was the farthest from the Kitchen and the door, as the door to the outside world was in the kitchen. Which had its own private bathroom which was separated into two areas, the giant shower bathtub area which was a room of its own, and the normal stuff like a toilet,sink,etc.
The Living room had an entire hall, each side had one door, which was dedicated to bathrooms. At the end of the kitchen was a pantry stocked with multiple, supposedly, inedible items to the vampiric palette. He looked around for something to tell the time, all of his energy that went to looking was so he could get the general gist of his surroundings, I mean he could lift up the shaders or scratch at it but what if it was day, I mean you reading this you should get the general gist of stereotypical vampires, he couldn't take the risk. He knew what vampires shouldn't do: no fire, sunlight, stakes, running water, garlic, silver, gold, flowers, or anything imbued with faith. He did not know what flew in the sky of imagination nor what was grounded in the earth of reality.
He didn't know what could be real, could dragons be real or where they entirely mythical or did they once walk the earth and die like the dinosaur, he was oddly calm for this maybe it's because he didn't breath or maybe, most likely, the normal panic which was already dulled by his mental state was dulled even more by his new vampiric nature. He after 10 or so minutes of rummaging his temporary abode for a way to tell the time he did eventually find a watch. It