The world we live in is plagued with suffering and evil. Famine, pestilence, war and death swarm across the impoverished and bloated lands as if the four horsemen rode openly across them. These troubles are terrible and make this planet seem almost inhospitable to mankind. However, these are not the only troubles mortals have to deal with. Mortals are little more than prey and pawns in this world of darkness. Werewolves, ghouls, sorcerers, demons and other supernatural creatures of the night exist and see humans as little more than sheep or fodder. The Sin of Caine has spawned the accursed horrors that stalk the night in eternal hunger for living blood. The Kindred, commonly known as vampires, have long been a secret influence through all ages of human history. Plotting against mortals, other monsters and each other. They rage in never-ending Jyhad, a bloody war dating back to the first civilizations after the biblical flood. Their immortal progeny are amongst us to this day, hidden from the eyes of humanity by an elaborate masquerade.
Santa Monica, one of LA's most beautiful and popular sea side cities. It has a warm, dry climate with a nice cool breeze during the summer that makes living here very comfortable. Unfortunately, this also means it is one of the biggest attractions for drifters, vagabonds and beggars. If you can ignore the homeless, during the daylight hours, Santa Monica is a bustling place of culture, runners and visiting families. However, during the late nights, the place becomes more barren, where gangs lurk about and recently, a place of disappearances and death.
Up until a few years ago, Santa Monica was a fairly safe place for the young street urchin, Lyniss, to spend her time on the streets, collecting a meager sum from the generous tourists and occasional local. She had a small group of friends she could hang out with and occasionally count on. Sometimes they would wander off and disappear for a few days, but that was usually because they were off in a drunken stupor or high out of their minds on crack or meth. Of course, not all of her friends were hobos and street walkers. She had certainly made friends with a few fellow street performers. She even found her way in one of their hearts for a brief time. Unfortunately, that didn't end so well.
It wasn't long after that bad break up did the city seem to take a turn for the worse. Homeless people she talked to for years, always finding them in the same spots started to disappear. Certainly they would occasionally decide to move on or pass from exposure, but this time, things were different. It was when a long time friend had been discovered under the pier bloated with water and rotting from the inside that she finally realized her world was changing. Homeless people started hiding out at night, keeping to themselves with looks of paranoia and mistrust at anyone they didn't recognize. Gang members tended to be more itchy fingered and quick to point a gun at anyone that might have threatened them. Petty crimes started to go down, but replaced by an influx of murders and disappearances. Of course, the police didn't care, they were too busy worrying about people who mattered. Investigating the death of a nobody or someone with a criminal background was a waste of their resources. And, of course, the higher population didn't care. Unless it was one of their own found overdosing or found as a husk in an alleyway, they didn't bat an eye. Despite their apathy, the effect was similar on them. Night time visitors became less and less, only the brave or stupid continued to walk the streets at night.
Without a steady income, finding a place to stay was a challenge. On less busy nights, the Surfside diner was usually a good place to spend time indoors, with free wifi and cheap coffee. Doris, the elderly night waitress was slow to push her out, as she didn't mind the company. Unfortunately, it was also a fairly popular place for ne'er-do-wells to find themselves after a late night of drinking and getting high. Luckily, tonight wasn't one of those nights. Tonight was quiet, calm and a good time to chill out after a long warm day. Lyniss sat in her usual booth far in the corner, keeping to herself despite being the only customer. She had a warm cup of coffee and an English muffin with butter and a couple complimentary pieces of crisp bacon sitting on the little white dish in front of her. Doris was humming to the radio, quietly playing some classic 50s tunes as she casually polished silverware.
Then, breaking the peaceful silence was the ding of the front doors. An innocent sound, yet at this time of night it was often a portent of trouble. The woman who entered didn't look dangerous at first glance. She had platinum blonde hair, tied up with black ribbons in pigtails. She wore very little for such a cool night, she was dressed like a slutty school girl. She wore a white button up, barely buttoned and tied up. Showing off a great deal of cleavage and a great deal of her midriff. Her red plaid skirt was just long enough to hide her thong which straps could be seen lingering on her hips. She wore a lacy red bra, clearly visible underneath that pressed her breasts up to accentuate her already generous bosom. She wore a black silk choker around her neck with a very expensive looking black pearl dangling. She also had a fancy belly button piercing, one that looked as if it should be dangling on the ear of royalty. Her fingernails were long and deep red and on her legs she wore a pair of fishnet stockings and thigh high leather combat boots. Her skin was pale, but pristine without a blemish or wrinkle. She wore dark red lipstick that glistened like blood in the lighting and her mascara was intentionally done to look as if it ran down, making her look a bit loony. The way she was dressed she must be a recent patron at the local club, the Asylum. The club was popular amongst the local goths and she clearly fit the bill. Of course, it had other types of patrons, but clearly catered to the more deviant of the populace.
She walked up to the bar and sat just in front of the waitress. "Hi, Doris." the woman said with a bubbly tone with a hint of sultry. Despite her mysterious appearance, she seemed rather unusually amiable.
Doris smiled at her and nodded, "Hello, Jeanette. The usual?" The older lady asked.
"Please, nice and hot! You know how I like it." She gave the lady a wink and licked her lips with a sexual playfulness in anticipation of the hot beverage.
"Sure thing dear." Doris turned around and started to prepare a new pot of coffee, setting the temperature way up.
It wasn't long before the young lady, Jeanette looked around the room and discovered the other patron. Once Lyn caught her eye, Lyn noticed Jeanette's eyes. They were big and bright and heterochromic. One was bright green and the other bright blue. The woman would occasionally peak over to Lyn briefly and look away again when noticed. This went on for a few moments until Doris took notice and smiled.
The girl got her coffee and wrapped her hands around the hot mug and huddled over it as if it was her only source of heat. Things went back to silence, but shortly after the peace returned, Lyn's peace was again interrupted. She only looked away for a moment, when she heard Jeanette's voice and realized she was standing next to the empty seat in front of her. "Hi, I'm Jeanette. Jeanette Voreman. I feel like I've seen you before. I'm sorry if I'm intruding, but its driving me crazy. I don't think I could have forgotten a face like yours, maybe you could enlighten me. Have we met?"
Santa Monica, one of LA's most beautiful and popular sea side cities. It has a warm, dry climate with a nice cool breeze during the summer that makes living here very comfortable. Unfortunately, this also means it is one of the biggest attractions for drifters, vagabonds and beggars. If you can ignore the homeless, during the daylight hours, Santa Monica is a bustling place of culture, runners and visiting families. However, during the late nights, the place becomes more barren, where gangs lurk about and recently, a place of disappearances and death.
Up until a few years ago, Santa Monica was a fairly safe place for the young street urchin, Lyniss, to spend her time on the streets, collecting a meager sum from the generous tourists and occasional local. She had a small group of friends she could hang out with and occasionally count on. Sometimes they would wander off and disappear for a few days, but that was usually because they were off in a drunken stupor or high out of their minds on crack or meth. Of course, not all of her friends were hobos and street walkers. She had certainly made friends with a few fellow street performers. She even found her way in one of their hearts for a brief time. Unfortunately, that didn't end so well.
It wasn't long after that bad break up did the city seem to take a turn for the worse. Homeless people she talked to for years, always finding them in the same spots started to disappear. Certainly they would occasionally decide to move on or pass from exposure, but this time, things were different. It was when a long time friend had been discovered under the pier bloated with water and rotting from the inside that she finally realized her world was changing. Homeless people started hiding out at night, keeping to themselves with looks of paranoia and mistrust at anyone they didn't recognize. Gang members tended to be more itchy fingered and quick to point a gun at anyone that might have threatened them. Petty crimes started to go down, but replaced by an influx of murders and disappearances. Of course, the police didn't care, they were too busy worrying about people who mattered. Investigating the death of a nobody or someone with a criminal background was a waste of their resources. And, of course, the higher population didn't care. Unless it was one of their own found overdosing or found as a husk in an alleyway, they didn't bat an eye. Despite their apathy, the effect was similar on them. Night time visitors became less and less, only the brave or stupid continued to walk the streets at night.
Without a steady income, finding a place to stay was a challenge. On less busy nights, the Surfside diner was usually a good place to spend time indoors, with free wifi and cheap coffee. Doris, the elderly night waitress was slow to push her out, as she didn't mind the company. Unfortunately, it was also a fairly popular place for ne'er-do-wells to find themselves after a late night of drinking and getting high. Luckily, tonight wasn't one of those nights. Tonight was quiet, calm and a good time to chill out after a long warm day. Lyniss sat in her usual booth far in the corner, keeping to herself despite being the only customer. She had a warm cup of coffee and an English muffin with butter and a couple complimentary pieces of crisp bacon sitting on the little white dish in front of her. Doris was humming to the radio, quietly playing some classic 50s tunes as she casually polished silverware.
Then, breaking the peaceful silence was the ding of the front doors. An innocent sound, yet at this time of night it was often a portent of trouble. The woman who entered didn't look dangerous at first glance. She had platinum blonde hair, tied up with black ribbons in pigtails. She wore very little for such a cool night, she was dressed like a slutty school girl. She wore a white button up, barely buttoned and tied up. Showing off a great deal of cleavage and a great deal of her midriff. Her red plaid skirt was just long enough to hide her thong which straps could be seen lingering on her hips. She wore a lacy red bra, clearly visible underneath that pressed her breasts up to accentuate her already generous bosom. She wore a black silk choker around her neck with a very expensive looking black pearl dangling. She also had a fancy belly button piercing, one that looked as if it should be dangling on the ear of royalty. Her fingernails were long and deep red and on her legs she wore a pair of fishnet stockings and thigh high leather combat boots. Her skin was pale, but pristine without a blemish or wrinkle. She wore dark red lipstick that glistened like blood in the lighting and her mascara was intentionally done to look as if it ran down, making her look a bit loony. The way she was dressed she must be a recent patron at the local club, the Asylum. The club was popular amongst the local goths and she clearly fit the bill. Of course, it had other types of patrons, but clearly catered to the more deviant of the populace.
She walked up to the bar and sat just in front of the waitress. "Hi, Doris." the woman said with a bubbly tone with a hint of sultry. Despite her mysterious appearance, she seemed rather unusually amiable.
Doris smiled at her and nodded, "Hello, Jeanette. The usual?" The older lady asked.
"Please, nice and hot! You know how I like it." She gave the lady a wink and licked her lips with a sexual playfulness in anticipation of the hot beverage.
"Sure thing dear." Doris turned around and started to prepare a new pot of coffee, setting the temperature way up.
It wasn't long before the young lady, Jeanette looked around the room and discovered the other patron. Once Lyn caught her eye, Lyn noticed Jeanette's eyes. They were big and bright and heterochromic. One was bright green and the other bright blue. The woman would occasionally peak over to Lyn briefly and look away again when noticed. This went on for a few moments until Doris took notice and smiled.
The girl got her coffee and wrapped her hands around the hot mug and huddled over it as if it was her only source of heat. Things went back to silence, but shortly after the peace returned, Lyn's peace was again interrupted. She only looked away for a moment, when she heard Jeanette's voice and realized she was standing next to the empty seat in front of her. "Hi, I'm Jeanette. Jeanette Voreman. I feel like I've seen you before. I'm sorry if I'm intruding, but its driving me crazy. I don't think I could have forgotten a face like yours, maybe you could enlighten me. Have we met?"
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