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- Jan 28, 2011
A note to the admins: This role play is being played in the Anita Blake universe created by Laurell K. Hamilton and, therefore, might fall under the conditions of a fandom. I am creating it in the Taboo Original Roleplays forum because I am not actually using any pre-existing characters or locations mentioned in the books. I am merely using the world itself as a basis of the role play which, to me, does not constitute a true fandom. If any admin disagrees with that then please feel free to move the thread. If you do relocate the thread, a PM notification would be appreciated.
Winchester, Virginia is a quiet little rural area sitting on the Western border of the colonial state with easy access to the nation’s capital via a web of highways and inter-states. Though the quiet town is known for its rather blatant resistance to the bills that offer vampires any rights, including the right to even ‘live’, they still maintain a notable population of undead due to their location near to the District of Columbia. Crimes against vampires are high here and the local police force often ignores any claim of wrongdoing against the undead community. If that weren’t bad enough, the city refuses to institute a paranormal investigation team; forcing Virginia’s state squad to step in when and if a hate-crime against the undead actually gets taken notice to. Despite the community’s wide distaste to the undead, few hate-crimes are ever responded to with violence.
This is due to Winchester’s Master Vampire, Gabriel Tristan, who keeps a tight leash upon the city’s vampire community. “The humans have a right to their ignorance,” he has gone on record of saying when the press would try to interview him in hopes of running a smear campaign against their undead neighbors. “My kind hold a higher fortitude than the frail bodies of the living and if I had to choose a one-way street of hatred then I would have chosen this over the alternative.” Many humans hated the Master for his restraint; wishing for the vampires to retaliate so that they would have an excuse to slaughter his kind openly without repercussions. Many vampires hated the Master as well; viewing him as a human sympathizer despite the acts of ‘unjust hatred’ that their kind bombarded the lifeless with. “We mustn’t respond with violence,” Gabriel would tell his brothers and sisters of undeath. “Right now this war exists only in the minds of the humans. If we respond then it will exist in full and martial law will be issued. We are too close to the capitol to play the humans’ little games.”
The city is, for lack of better words, a battleground where the humans fight against the vampires with violence and the vampires fight against the humans with politics and diplomacy. It is a war that the vampires have slowly been winning; causing some of Winchester’s vampire population to fall back into support of their enigmatically peaceful Master. Gabriel knew that the key to winning the war was not retaliation but to simply suffer through the abuse and convert the next generation of humans. There was no hope for the older humans. Their hatred ran too deep and was too radical. The Master knew that this would be the humans’ downfall. All children rebel against their parents at some point. It is simply a part of growing up.
As Gabriel had anticipated, the percentage of vampire junkies had exploded over the past few years which increased the vampires’ food supply and, therefore, their population. High school and college students, bent on doing anything that their parents would frown upon, found their ways to the vampires’ folds. As most vampires already knew from their own experiences before undeath, being fed upon could be a highly addictive sensation. At first, most junkies just find enjoyment in the high brought on from blood loss when they are fed upon. Some might compare it to the buzz of a little too much alcohol if the vampire drinking from them could show restraint and leave them conscious. Of course, a vampire could drink a lot of blood in a single session if given the chance and more often than not their victim would fall unconscious from blood loss.
Just as with drugs, however, many vamp-junkies would learn in time that the originally sublime high of being fed upon dulled when their body became accustomed to the act. These humans would often ask the vampires feeding upon them to stop using their supernatural powers to dull or eliminate the pain of the bite. Once a junkie requests this of their vampire, they are almost guaranteed to be lost to the lifestyle as they become addicted to the endorphins produced from the pain and, in some cases, the fear if working with an unfamiliar vampire.
As one would expect, the humans are none-too-happy that the vampires are stealing their children away to the occult and hate-crimes against vampires are steadily increasing but the undead have found new ways to hide themselves from prying eyes. For example, there are no longer any vampire nightclubs in the city of Winchester. The former club owners packed up their shops, bought large vans, and now move the club nightly from warehouse to warehouse across the city. The only way to know where they will be next is to be a highly respected vampire in the city or to get an invite from such a person. These VIV (Very Important Vampire) clubs, as the media calls them, are too difficult for most humans to bother with.
Those vampires who do not receive invitations to the new VIV nightly get-togethers host their own junkie parties in their own secret locations or in the private residence of a junkie. These parties are far more dangerous; hidden from the watchful eyes of the Master and his trusted council of high ranking vampires in the city. Anything goes at these parties; from tame and ‘legal’ feeding to murderous bloodbaths. Unfortunately, this is the ‘entry level’ for most junkies as this is the only place that an under-aged human can be fed upon safely without the Master's eyes seeing.
One of these parties is Willow’s destination tonight but before she can make her way to the gala, she’s got to pick up the snacks. The vampire had been waiting for nearly ten minutes now outside of the apartment complex of an old friend of hers, Jessica. Willow had been the first vampire to feed upon Jessica several years ago when she was still scared of the sensations that being fed upon could bring. Now, however, she was a slave to those sensations. Unfortunately for Jessica, Willow was making her take a few nights off to recover. After attending several parties in quick succession, Jessica had grown pale and sickly looking from the blood loss. Though Jessica had protested Willow’s decision, her vampire friend would not budge on the command to relax and take a few nights to herself. Willow knew that there was only so much that the human body could take and allowing Jessica to attend tonight would be tempting fate. How Jessica had not died yet was a miracle in itself.
Though Jessica could not attend, she had talked her younger sister, Rachel, into attending the party in her place. “You’ll be safe, Rachel. You’ll be going with Willow,” Jessica had assured her apprehensive sibling who had met Willow on one or two occasions. Rachel, in turn, had somehow convinced her best friend, Paige, to also attend the party. Willow hadn’t known anything about this until Jessica called her to tell her that she found some fresh replacements. Willow was against the idea of bringing two sixteen year old ‘freshies’ to a junkie party but she eventually caved on this.
“What the hell is keeping those two?” Willow asked herself while she sat behind the wheel of her crimson mustang in the parking lot of Jessica’s apartment complex. “So help me, Jess, if I have to get out of this car and come up there to get them…” The vampire cut herself off. She wasn’t getting out of that car and she knew it. She hadn’t fed yet tonight which made her skin very pale. If she got out of that car, there would be no hiding what she was and if she was seen in a ‘humans only’ apartment building then there would be a scene.
Winchester, Virginia is a quiet little rural area sitting on the Western border of the colonial state with easy access to the nation’s capital via a web of highways and inter-states. Though the quiet town is known for its rather blatant resistance to the bills that offer vampires any rights, including the right to even ‘live’, they still maintain a notable population of undead due to their location near to the District of Columbia. Crimes against vampires are high here and the local police force often ignores any claim of wrongdoing against the undead community. If that weren’t bad enough, the city refuses to institute a paranormal investigation team; forcing Virginia’s state squad to step in when and if a hate-crime against the undead actually gets taken notice to. Despite the community’s wide distaste to the undead, few hate-crimes are ever responded to with violence.
This is due to Winchester’s Master Vampire, Gabriel Tristan, who keeps a tight leash upon the city’s vampire community. “The humans have a right to their ignorance,” he has gone on record of saying when the press would try to interview him in hopes of running a smear campaign against their undead neighbors. “My kind hold a higher fortitude than the frail bodies of the living and if I had to choose a one-way street of hatred then I would have chosen this over the alternative.” Many humans hated the Master for his restraint; wishing for the vampires to retaliate so that they would have an excuse to slaughter his kind openly without repercussions. Many vampires hated the Master as well; viewing him as a human sympathizer despite the acts of ‘unjust hatred’ that their kind bombarded the lifeless with. “We mustn’t respond with violence,” Gabriel would tell his brothers and sisters of undeath. “Right now this war exists only in the minds of the humans. If we respond then it will exist in full and martial law will be issued. We are too close to the capitol to play the humans’ little games.”
The city is, for lack of better words, a battleground where the humans fight against the vampires with violence and the vampires fight against the humans with politics and diplomacy. It is a war that the vampires have slowly been winning; causing some of Winchester’s vampire population to fall back into support of their enigmatically peaceful Master. Gabriel knew that the key to winning the war was not retaliation but to simply suffer through the abuse and convert the next generation of humans. There was no hope for the older humans. Their hatred ran too deep and was too radical. The Master knew that this would be the humans’ downfall. All children rebel against their parents at some point. It is simply a part of growing up.
As Gabriel had anticipated, the percentage of vampire junkies had exploded over the past few years which increased the vampires’ food supply and, therefore, their population. High school and college students, bent on doing anything that their parents would frown upon, found their ways to the vampires’ folds. As most vampires already knew from their own experiences before undeath, being fed upon could be a highly addictive sensation. At first, most junkies just find enjoyment in the high brought on from blood loss when they are fed upon. Some might compare it to the buzz of a little too much alcohol if the vampire drinking from them could show restraint and leave them conscious. Of course, a vampire could drink a lot of blood in a single session if given the chance and more often than not their victim would fall unconscious from blood loss.
Just as with drugs, however, many vamp-junkies would learn in time that the originally sublime high of being fed upon dulled when their body became accustomed to the act. These humans would often ask the vampires feeding upon them to stop using their supernatural powers to dull or eliminate the pain of the bite. Once a junkie requests this of their vampire, they are almost guaranteed to be lost to the lifestyle as they become addicted to the endorphins produced from the pain and, in some cases, the fear if working with an unfamiliar vampire.
As one would expect, the humans are none-too-happy that the vampires are stealing their children away to the occult and hate-crimes against vampires are steadily increasing but the undead have found new ways to hide themselves from prying eyes. For example, there are no longer any vampire nightclubs in the city of Winchester. The former club owners packed up their shops, bought large vans, and now move the club nightly from warehouse to warehouse across the city. The only way to know where they will be next is to be a highly respected vampire in the city or to get an invite from such a person. These VIV (Very Important Vampire) clubs, as the media calls them, are too difficult for most humans to bother with.
Those vampires who do not receive invitations to the new VIV nightly get-togethers host their own junkie parties in their own secret locations or in the private residence of a junkie. These parties are far more dangerous; hidden from the watchful eyes of the Master and his trusted council of high ranking vampires in the city. Anything goes at these parties; from tame and ‘legal’ feeding to murderous bloodbaths. Unfortunately, this is the ‘entry level’ for most junkies as this is the only place that an under-aged human can be fed upon safely without the Master's eyes seeing.
One of these parties is Willow’s destination tonight but before she can make her way to the gala, she’s got to pick up the snacks. The vampire had been waiting for nearly ten minutes now outside of the apartment complex of an old friend of hers, Jessica. Willow had been the first vampire to feed upon Jessica several years ago when she was still scared of the sensations that being fed upon could bring. Now, however, she was a slave to those sensations. Unfortunately for Jessica, Willow was making her take a few nights off to recover. After attending several parties in quick succession, Jessica had grown pale and sickly looking from the blood loss. Though Jessica had protested Willow’s decision, her vampire friend would not budge on the command to relax and take a few nights to herself. Willow knew that there was only so much that the human body could take and allowing Jessica to attend tonight would be tempting fate. How Jessica had not died yet was a miracle in itself.
Though Jessica could not attend, she had talked her younger sister, Rachel, into attending the party in her place. “You’ll be safe, Rachel. You’ll be going with Willow,” Jessica had assured her apprehensive sibling who had met Willow on one or two occasions. Rachel, in turn, had somehow convinced her best friend, Paige, to also attend the party. Willow hadn’t known anything about this until Jessica called her to tell her that she found some fresh replacements. Willow was against the idea of bringing two sixteen year old ‘freshies’ to a junkie party but she eventually caved on this.
“What the hell is keeping those two?” Willow asked herself while she sat behind the wheel of her crimson mustang in the parking lot of Jessica’s apartment complex. “So help me, Jess, if I have to get out of this car and come up there to get them…” The vampire cut herself off. She wasn’t getting out of that car and she knew it. She hadn’t fed yet tonight which made her skin very pale. If she got out of that car, there would be no hiding what she was and if she was seen in a ‘humans only’ apartment building then there would be a scene.
